Falling in The Memory Hole

Days go by, pleasant thoughts ensue.

not a minute when thoughts are not of you

Mommy and Izzy, in Alabama
Mommy and Izzy, in Alabama

 

I make him sad, talking about your life,

And it makes me cry, him forgetting you:

his wife.

I hear him say how wonderul your love,

yet I recall him on a pedestal above.

he sat in the den watching Rambo,

I tried to stem the bloodflow. The hateflow.

did you ever love him, mom?

I remember asking.

he seems to believe you loved him, madly…

I remember you being mad,.

all the time

You frowned so much a crease formed in the middle of your brow,

so deep, it never went away.

your head, always down, voice, eyes, down, down.

where are the pleasant things i recall?

did they happen for real? at all?

I miss the you who loved me, all the end days.

laying in your giant bed, two grand women,

mother-daughter, sister-sister, best friend-best friend.

face to face with tears and laughter,

joy and pain.

i miss you.

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