22.04.18 mother

lovebrigita

today was the first time i couldn’t sneak out of bed
to leave post-it notes leading from her bedroom to the living room
to a handmade card and canvas.
instead, at midnight, i sent attachments of pictures from when she liked me more
from when she liked me more

  • Author: lovebrigita (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2022 21:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: from being at home all the time and making extravagant gifts to barely seeing her once every two weeks, a little piece about change in life and relationships.
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 6
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