turn, look. Lost.

There are times I almost forget about my mother. When I realize this, I start to get smug:”Maybe I’m over it; maybe that part inside has miraculously healed.
 
I’ve been through it enough times now though. I know what happens next.
 
(when that song comes on the radio. when her perfume is in the subway.)
 
turn, look. Lost.

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