Missing Loretta

I just can't, I can't

I can't see myself anymore.

Breathing one more second is torture in the reflection without the realization of you.

Us together peas in a pod.

Family, friends.

All tortured aspects now.

All Folly.

Enjoying moments without you seems sinful.

I hope so dearly you are safe.

Waiting.

Watching.

Now all I think about is not having you here.

The loss is full within me.

I look at mothers and daughters in envy.

No one can see my pain.

I hide it sometimes in shame.

For no one but the one's who know relate,

To the twisted sadistic fate,

Of a motherless child.

Hoping eternally to make her proud.

A figure that no longer exists.

No one ever explained all that I would miss.