mother

there you are again, out in the corner of my eyes…

this is how I will see you from now on :

you

or

that blurred image of you

standing, always,

right out in the corner of my eye;

last night

in near delirium,

I was calling out your name

then casts a blank stare on the book shelves ;

like your presence was there in that direction,

— holding on to something like a make – believe I’d suddenly made up

from the depths of my longing —

before I passed out for a while

then regain consciousness

only to find

myself

in repeat,

doing it again

like a

form

of

ritual,

incantations,

invoking

spirits —-

yours.

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