One month

One month one month one month. 

I hear this screaming in my head building and building. One month. It feels like years. It feels like no time at all. It's a quarter of the time that mom had. 

My auntie asked what helped when I was feeling low in the past. Talking to my mom, of course. It's the only thing that ever was. 

There's a hole in my heart and it's empty and I am lost. 



Cara said…
I've been thinking about you a lot, hoping each day you get a little bit more peace. I hope you keep talking to her and about her.

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