Even If I Don’t Last Forever

My mother’s French perfume brings back

A rush of memories;

Memories I didn’t know that

Were mine,

While I rest my head on her pale

And soft

Motherly shoulder.

.

This antiquated fragrance of the past

Keeps my eyes free from tears

Because in her heart calming presence

My courage pretends to exist

.

If you only knew, mother…

— I…

Don’t want to worry you anymore.

I don’t want to hear you

Asking god to save me;

Praying for my young, vanishing life.

No more wars, no more

Money spent on

Greedy doctors. No, mother.

No more tears

From your hazel eyes.

.

Your god, so unreal,

Your god knows I’m just

One of the damned

.
.
.

Just let me be here for a

Moment

— even if I don’t last forever

With my head on your shoulder

While you watch TV

And laugh

.

And I sink deeper and deeper

Into the abyss

Of my mind

.

ML

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