mother and i were
so alike
that we wouldn’t notice
one another
through our wall of
behaviors,
held apart at
unbreachable distance
while both yearned
for similar.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
mother and i were
so alike
that we wouldn’t notice
one another
through our wall of
behaviors,
held apart at
unbreachable distance
while both yearned
for similar.
hands in the garden 