Friendship
The unkown letter.
The morning breaks, but silence reigns,
No whispered songs or soft refrains.
Where your bright presence used to be,
Now only quiet wood meets me.
The sun still climbs, the sky is wide,
But light and color seem to hide.
My laughter died, my world went stark,
The day you vanished from my ark.
My heart cries out, a desperate plea:
Mom, I just want you back with me.
The kitchen keeps your gentle trace,
Your apron waits in its old place.
A hint of scent, a whisper clear,
Of mother\'s love that isn\'t here.
They say the pain will start to cease,
But you were home, my shade, my peace.
And though the seasons move and stack,
I just want my mom back.
That ghost of letters, unaddressed,
A shadow where my heart repressed
The words I failed to form and find,
A silent storm within my mind.
I felt their weight, though unexpressed,
Press down on you, Moma, unblessed,
And watched the distance grow between,
An echo lost, a muted scene.
Forgive me for the words unsaid,
The pain that reached you, left instead
Of comfort, truth, or gentle grace,
My silent pen in its dark place.
My heart\'s apology, unclothed by ink,
A sincere sorrow, on the brink.
Though that unseen sorrow left its sting,
A wound no spoken word can bring
To quiet peace, to mend, to claim—
I love you, Moma, all the same.
I cannot heal what never found words,
Nor fix the damage silence girds.
If love could bridge the cosmic span,
I\'d cross all stars, defy all plans.
I\'d give my breath, my very soul,
To make my precious mother whole.
To bring her back, just for one track.