A cheery conversation with mumma.her smiling face. Her naughty actions. Our old house.the bedroom.the peacock bed.all there.all so real.just me and mumma. In a flash all gone. A realization that it was just a dream.plunging into a darkness that is darker than the darkest night.mind racing.thoughts haywire.breath runs faster.the borders between reality and dreams have blurred.and then comes the grief.a grief so profound that the eyes swell up.i cant breathe anymore.the chest feels so heavy.
6 yrs have passed yet not a thing has changed. Neither the love nor the emptiness.