ode to my mums

I’m sorry I had to leave you.
We both knew this time would come.
I want you to know that my feelings were true,
but the time had come for me to have fun.

The Dallas air was heavy.
The humidity reminded me of you.
As you awaited water from the levee,
I was in Dallas, eating chicken cordon bleu.

I returned to the apartment alone in the night.
I opened my door, and was shocked at the sight.
As I emptied my suitcase I spotted you there.
So sad and dehydrated,
so full of despair.

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