The distance grows immeasurably,
& I've grown too accustomed to the flux—
as I flit from one I long for the other
Mother: the first separation as evening comes
refuses 'goodbye' the taste of grief
so heavy on her native tongue
In her garden she pleads for me to stay
hands outstretched for just an hour
to see the rare white blossoms unfurl
My eyes remain fixated on the far gate
she shrinks I leave
my mother nothing in return
When I arrive home the familiar stifling
silence greets me & only then do I recall
like a stone’s impact my mother's puffy eyelids
marking another somber anniversary
celebration, alone by the sole witness
of the night -blooming cereus
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:06 PM UTC
The distance grows immeasurably,
& I've grown too accustomed to the flux—
as I flit from one I long for the other
Mother: the first separation as evening comes
refuses 'goodbye' the taste of grief
so heavy on her native tongue
In her garden she pleads for me to stay
hands outstretched for just an hour
to see the rare white blossoms unfurl
My eyes remain fixated on the far gate
she shrinks I leave
my mother nothing in return
When I arrive home the familiar stifling
silence greets me & only then do I recall
like a stone’s impact my mother's puffy eyelids
marking another somber anniversary
celebration, alone by the sole witness
of the night -blooming cereus
