~or was it just a dream~
My mother stood behind me while I was finishing school homework at my father’s desk. She’d come to check in, sort of how she’d also check into our bedroom during her bouts of insomnia. Mindlessly and quietly. The long locks of hair that she reached out to twirl no longer hid my neck.
It was a gesture of love.
A gesture that is now only mine to not be forgotten.
