Mama...
Mama...
I want to cry.
Like this...
without hesitation,
without being afraid of anything.
For my sorrow...
Ah, my sorrow...
It was never a stranger to me,
nor was it ever something my heart had not known.
But it was the tears
that taught me
how to walk these alleys alone,
and how to see, behind their broken windows,
your eyes...
those eyes shattered by waiting,
weeping silently
at the throat of the night...
As though every window
had preserved something of your absence,
and every alley
knew how much it hurt me
to walk on alone.
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