I've been finding it impossible to cry for my mother these days, impossible to feel the weight of missing her without feeling what the rest of the world is missing, how heavily so many are moving along the Earth. Those who don't See the grief feel invisible, existing in a way I cannot understand (the same way I probably exist to them).
Early mournings
Early mournings
Early mournings
I've been finding it impossible to cry for my mother these days, impossible to feel the weight of missing her without feeling what the rest of the world is missing, how heavily so many are moving along the Earth. Those who don't See the grief feel invisible, existing in a way I cannot understand (the same way I probably exist to them).