Stuck in Time

Darkness during the brightest day
Showed up, surprising me. A soft pain, like a bruise
The kind you don’t know where it came from
But now it’s there and you have to just wait for it to get worse.
Or it’s like a bug, flying small around the room, bumping into windows and walls
Until it lands.
And then —  I understand.
It’s you. You’re all gone. Well, okay, not gone. Still here, but really there.
It’s cruel, that now that I can see, really see you — because you are there now, in space.
But when you were here, with me, so close I could only feel. So back then
I was the bug, bumping around you, smelling, feeling, but it was so bright I could only sometimes open my eyes, like in that dream where I just can’t run or yell.
But it was real. And it was so good.
You were so bright, I was so blind, Mole Mother, so clumsy, so stupid not to know
That it wouldn’t always always be that way. That you would go
Because you had to, you’re supposed to. It’s exactly right
But here I am, purple pain, stuck in time, and day is night.
 

Source: Susan's Blog - July 5, 2018 Category: Child Development Authors: Susan Senator Tags: Uncategorized Source Type: blogs