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Reviews Requested- Safe - She
My mother the she in question, I miss her, sometimes at night I just want her to be there. When i'm alone and I don't want to be alone I think of her. Now I know it sounds like she's gone, she's not gone she's very much alive she just isn't mine anymore. I remember a time when she used to be mine when she wasn't so far out of reach and I wasn't so isolated. I remember a time when I would reach out for something strong something stable and her hands were there for me to grasp. But now it seems with her so far out of reach I have nothing stable to catch me when I fall, you see I am not strong I am not capable, I am broken and I am alone. And at night when I dream of someone to pull me out of this hole her face is what I see, her eyes are what I look to, her arms I reach for to feel safe, it's ashame this is only in my dreams.
She was taken from me, she was mine, not that I owned her but it was a different kind of mine. She was mine, I was hers but now no bond lasts, no chords flow through me to her, no perception we share. I'm not even sure she knows I exist, not anymore. I am no more than an item a thing something to be priced. Not precious or sacred to her am I, no I am nothing. Used . Empty . Taking up Space.
And though my memories are fleeting I will always have her face, because no matter how far she floats away no matter who the offender is that pulls her farther into the dark coarses that my mind can not track and dares not try to reach. I will always be able to look into the mirror and see glints of her because I was hers and hers alone.
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