Dear Mom

February 7, 2018

Mom,

I don’t know if I’ll ever know the words.

So I put them in here.

Another somber satin poem bathed in choked back tears.

The paper smells like heartache and burnt oil.

All from the underlying turmoil.

Time has never seemed to lessen this blow

And I don’t think it ever will - still haunting me from so many years ago.

Those around me seem to prosper and flourish in their treasure chests of exuberant happiness

While I brood and wallow in the corner teeming with bitter loneliness.

I have written you another letter illustrating why

You were the greatest person I have ever had the pleasure to come by.

I’ve since torn it up, thrown it out, and placed it into the trash bin

Because I know a thousand wishes could never restore things to how they were back then.

So I soak in the memories

Remember your image

And shed a final tear.

You’re in the back of my mind -

Yet everything about you is still so clear.

That’s where you will be for the rest of time

And in every rainbow caressing the skyline.

My heart forever robbed by the same midnight freighter

On these cold rusted train tracks

I won’t say goodbye, but see you later...

P.S.

I never know if I will ever come to terms with your death

But for now -

Love Always, Your Son,

Seth

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