“Sora-chan...”
both Midori and i stared
speechless
at what i had done.
and then the tears came
i shook my head
as the image of my mother blurred from water
just like it disentegrated before my eyes
all those years ago
when my father burnt her photos.
no no no no no no no no no no no no
all the time i’d spent recreating a memory
was turned to nothing
by the ruined paper in front of me.
“it didn’t look like her,” i muttered to myself
“it didn’t look like her it didn’t look like her she never smiled she was never smiling the painting was a lie a dirty dirty lie because she never smiled she never smiled at me why did she never smile?”
i covered my face with my hands
begging the pain to leave
begging my mother to leave
why was she still in my memory?
why wouldn’t she leave?
just go already
just go
just-
long arms around me
as i rocked back and forth
pulling me close.
i smelt her scent of lemongrass
fresh but comforting;
don’t leave me.
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