Full Title : If you don't say Happy Mother's Day, Mother will find you, no matter where she is.
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I hold my hand against the invisible
Inbetween of tightly melted sand
as though it we a portal to,
a link for me
to, feel you feel the love I still bury.

Although it's sunshining, warm and bright
i feel the window chill and my touch
flooding the mindgrave and
unearthing your body in a mudslide
I can't help but be stuck in.

I shouldn't dare to hold you back,
it's Mother's day, after all.
Beside the dirtydusty, mud-laden
stabbing memories of you
I seem the curse that keeps you buried.
This is my sin, and like a child you wash
clean, again. Drying me in your glow
and clothing me in memories
that feel so crushing.

I had not planned on your grace involving me today.
I suppose I should have come to see you,
even though the ethereal only exist in nostalgia.

06/18/2012

Posted on 06/19/2012
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