TOO PROUD TO SAY I MISS YOU!

Is it lonely out there, I wonder?

I have heard tis not, but how would I know?

Do you worry about him too? I do.

Tis not the same without you for him, you know.

He was just a child when you left.

T 'was too soon, too rushed,

There was no handbook, no chapters

On how to carry on.

We scraped and scrambled on

Chancing upon life's many lessons as we go

Two decades and you still haunt my dreams

I sometimes see you in the mirror and gasp

I protest when they tell me I am like you

All the while, rolling my eyes, just like you'd do

Beneath the many layers of who I am today

Is still a little girl waiting for your approval

Have I finally done you proud?

While that seems unlikely, I go back to ask.

Is it lonely out there I wonder.

Or is our melancholy keeping you warm? 

Note: Beyond all the hurt and the unresolved emotions, I struggle to forget my mom who passed more than two decades ago. Although I do not let my emotions show often, sometimes they escape in the form of words.