in the deepest crescent of hidden truths
she will acknowledge just two things
1. she never stopped loving him
2. he’ll never know
burdens that weighed so heavy
to a state of bewilderment much like
Caught between a rock and a hard place
I don’t remember how I get here
Lost in the remains of your trace
You paint yourself red.
Sometimes you experiment with blue.
Please baby, put down your brush.
You’ve always been transparent with me.
I see right through you.
Don’t ask me to be your shield,
if you can’t keep yourself from chasing after her.
An endless battle of cat and mouse.
I’m beginning to think you enjoy this game.
My favorite artist growing up was Bob Marley.
I’m not sure you would remember these moments the way I do.
We would hop in the car for whatever occasion, I’d buckle my seat-belt and wait for you to insert a pick between one of three of our favorite albums.
I was only five years old.
You moved us to a foreign country with a foreign tongue.
How silly I feel now, thinking I had it harder than you..my 28 year old, single mother.
The engine would run, and a track from the album of Legend would begin to play.
‘Could you be loved, and be loved’…
Driving along streets that we could not read or recognize.
I will always remember the pure feeling of content I felt next to you in that tiny, broken down car at a time where my world was completely and utterly unfamiliar.
Funny, how the smallest of things manage to bring the greatest joy.
Out of tune sing a longs with you, my young, brave and beautiful mother to an artist I grew ever so fondly of.
You gifted those memories to me, an intangible gift I can cherish forever.