This Is How I Imagine You
You don’t really know we’re together.
You don’t really know we’re together.
You stare some more and you kiss her hair while your heart overflows and you think “I cannot lose this.” And then one day you do.
My mom now needs help from her children, she needs our arms around her when she cries and sobs in a dark room because she’s scared of dying, because she feels so weak after each chemo session, because she still cannot believe that this is happening to her.