Mum
by James Kenneth Blaylock
I do not belong to
anyone, out there
I am just right here, breathing
up all the night air, stargazing
truthfully, I have a shoebox
filled with so many beautiful memories
yet, nowhere will I find you,
as you’ve swiped my tears
it’s the antithesis of love and hate,
midnight and mid-morning, fateful
is it fatal to want more than
another total of sums, mum
james kenneth blaylock 1-9-23
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