I need you mom.
This very moment.

I've been crying for hours now,
and tears won't cease.
I've already changed my shirt -
the one I was wearing a while ago is soaking wet
and somewhere within me, I know,
that you would have done the same
in any event you happen to be here -

offer me a clean shirt.
And let me cry.
And wait patiently.

Until I can finally open up.