friend like pronoun

so you couldn't afford a pink

cadillac,

i'm sorry.

 

i've tried contact

 

but the dead air

where friend-voice

calm like prozac

isn't...

isn't where

i'd look for my

 

mother

 

now my hands are sore

moving rubble and resusitate

in vain,   when around the wrist

i finally exposed wore

a chain, instructing me not to do

precisely what i've been

attempting.

 

no, that dead air,

friend, i hope could end...

 

but my

 

 

mother

is in my sister's bedroom crying

my

 

sister

is silent staring at the wall

 

and i'm thinking about death

fashionable boots,

skirts

soul-love

 

 

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~ i've been reading this poem over and over again... and i'm in tears... ~ i cannot begin to imagine what it must be like for your mum... ~ she must be in such unbearable pain... ~ i wish and pray and hope with all my heart that the universe grants her the courage she needs to face this profound loss... each and every day for the rest of her life... ~ you and your sister have such a tough task ahead of you... to deal with your pain and then help your mum... ~ i just cannot imagine how it must be... i just have tears... i'm so sorry for your loss... so very sorry... ~ this is such excruciating pain that i don't have any words... i'm just sorry... ~ the death of a loved one is too painful for words... too too painful...