as a kid
there's nothing
like wasting away inside a tiny
room
sitting on the backrest
of the couch
looking out the window
and seeing her
tread through the rain

a red umbrella covers
her.

Mother

she's going back
to the liquor store

over time
your touch
became
my enemy

over time
my love
became
despair

every time
we sit here
time stops
even at night
as we lay down
it feels like
we are next to
each other
as we close
our eyes
that feeling
goes away
because I
see you
next to me