Metamorphosis

You were not there
For the scrapes, bumps, and bruises
Nor to protect

No

You left
Taking pride in raising others
Somehow forgetting
Your one and only

& Yet I forgive
Clawing at chest
Slick with tears and snot

No difference between us
Much distance
Awash with the knowing

Digging to nothing is an impossible task
We’ve gained ground on

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