Alone

She says
you come into this world alone
you leave this world alone

And I think, no, my mother,
she was there
but then she was gone
before I could remember
how it felt to be loved

We leave this world
it doesn’t matter who
is there

We leave them
alone
to remember how it feels
to have been loved

 

 

This poem was first published in After The Pause, December 2014