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I woke up thinking of my momma last night.
I didn’t cry, I just listened to your breathing.
I wanted to call your name but it was late, and
you were up with me the night before.

I can’t remember her laugh.
The heavy meds won’t let me cry.
So, I pretend she had a mouth of lilacs
spurting out sweet smell laughter.

Grief lays between us.