Time holds me helplessly as I walk through the years searching for you. Searching for your love that I thought would hold me as I followed my path. But your love held limits and my spirit walked with time alone instead.
I see the mountains I’ve climbed and have yet to know.
I see the pain that you run from and why you chose to let me grow alone.
A child who did not know home, my heart cries for you. Aching to hold the little girl inside you the way you used to hold me. When your hands were soft and the coldness of them felt like comfort to my youth. They felt like home.
We used to feel like home.
There are memories of peace woven between you and me. When I called you Mama, and you were such. Now I call you Missing, and you are such.
Missing moments in time that I pass in alone. Missing memories to be made. Missing milestones that are never the same without you.
Time holds me, in all these spaces.
You are Missing.
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Becca Leigh
I write poetry to help me process my life experiences and grief. I hope some can find solace in my words.
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