I held onto the bright light

When I felt her soul in my heart.

My head throbbed and wind

Whistled behind my head.

What now? I needed someone


To confide in.

While there was no one but Mama,

There was no way I was confiding

In a deaf mother at seventeen.

She would not talk anyway.

She only sat in her room and

Cried. She had not confided in me in 

Weeks. Months.

I would not confide in her.

I was empty.

I could not help but wonder if

Eci thought of me

Every passing hour,

As I thought of her,

Or if she did not remember me

At all.

The End

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