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Mother

you have gone
quietly
to the other side
and forgot to leave me your number
even though I am your youngest son
you did move over for good
thus all the years without you have just begun
and I didn’t really need all that room to accommodate grief
can’t even find out how you feel without a body
time
its rush and loneliness
false pretense of being more than just a fodder
so inhumane to surrender out of injuries of life
not breathe
not be
even before the stars fell from the sky on their knees
before the bed of roses was ready
or me
ready for the rest of it