I'm leaving you softly
behind the photographs
next to the dark room of my past
I'll find you roughly
in every surface I touch
next to the mausoleum
I'd miss you fondly
if I could understand
that you have left
I'll call god quickly
just to ask him
how you have been
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
I'm leaving you softly
behind the photographs
next to the dark room of my past
I'll find you roughly
in every surface I touch
next to the mausoleum
I'd miss you fondly
if I could understand
that you have left
I'll call god quickly
just to ask him
how you have been
Missing my mother. It has been two years now.
