Losing Her Still

And still. After all these days. After all these months.

After all these years I cannot escape the dreams. The ones where I cry and hold her and beg her not to leave. Where I know that as soon as she leaves, I won't see her again. Where I cook for her, show her my home, introduce her to my friends. The dreams leave a melancholy in their wake, but then I realize that at least

I still have these dreams.

Missing my mom...