My eyes are filled with tears of joy.
I am with you just like before.
This time I am grown, but not you.
You are the same as I last remember.
Pale skin, as though melanin was allergic to you.
Short hair underneath the headwear
you wore … Curly this time.
I am happy to see you again beautiful.
You are the epitome of an angel.
Not only do I believe that but everyone else too.
It has been an hour just looking at you.
When will we speak again?
I see you but I can’t hear you, I can’t even feel you.
My Heart is in pain now.
You are fading.
Where are you going? How can I meet you there?
Please answer me.
These tears are no longer a symbol of joy.
I am in so much pain now.
This feels just as it did the first time.
She disappeared again…it happened so fast.
I am now awake and not alive.
I wrap myself in my blanket of pain.
“Mommy is an angel now”
That’s what everyone said to me.
But my heart didn’t feel it. She feels dead to me.