Texts to Mom

February 1, 2016

Buzz.

My phone rings.

It’s mom again.

“Miss you sweetie,” she writes, as if those words hold meaning.

“I miss you too. I wish…” I go to respond.

Backspace. Backspace. Backspace.

“I’m sorry for deserting you, after you deserted me.”

Backspace. Backspace. Backspace.

“Don’t ever talk to me again!”

But I don’t mean those words.

Backspace.

“Please leave the man that hurt me.”

Pause

"Please leave the man in jail."

Pause.

"Please leave the man that ruined their lives."

Tears.

Backspace.

I close my phone.

All I need is for her to take my side.

All I need is my mom back.

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jaydenhouseJun 7, 2019

<p>i just made an account just to comment on this poem. i felt like i wrote this myself, i relate to this so so much. </p><p> </p>