And she stays anyway.
You are not him. You know this. You haven’t run. You haven’t raised your voice in anger—not like that. You show up. You call her every Sunday. You are trying. Your Mother-s Son -2023-
But 2023 is teaching you that blood doesn’t negotiate. And she stays anyway
It’s in the way you leave your socks on the floor, the same exact spot he did. The way you grumble at the news. The way you drive with one hand on the wheel and stare too long at the horizon. Last week, your mother laughed at something you said, then stopped. Her eyes went distant. “Oh,” she breathed. Not a word. A door opening on a room she thought she’d locked. You haven’t run
You don’t realize you’re becoming him until the moment you already are.