I am working my way towards the tears I fear
I am living without my Mum
Without her to guide me
I gulp
The misery of missing her
In the hope
I will feel her fingers on my skin
I am detached from
My visceral reality
Taking life one gulp at a time
And wondering in the concrete joy
Of exhaled
Confusion
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