You always call to say nothing in particular.
You ask,
What I'm doing
Or
Where I am
And when the silence stretches,
Like a lifeline between us,
I scramble to find questions to keep this conversation going.
What I long to say most is,
I understand this world broke you,
It has been so hard on your feet.
I don't blame you for not knowing,
How to remain soft with me.
Sometimes I lay awake,
Thinking of all the ways you are hurting,
Which you'll never care to mention.
I come from the same blood,
The same aching bones,
So desperate for attention,
I collapse in on myself.
I am Your daughter.
I know the small talk is the only way you know how to,
Tell me you love me.
Because it is the only way I know how to tell you.
I can't tell if my mother is,
In love with my father,
Or,
Afraid of him.
They both look the same
