Loss - Tori Phillips

Your presence has been missing for months now.

Not hearing your voice forms cracks into my foundation.

Calling your name and the cracks get bigger.

Pieces crumble,

                          and crumble,

                                                   and crumble.

You’re not here with me, and it’s not fair.

Your illness took you in its wicked grasp,

And I lost the grip of your hand in mine.

I hate that you’re gone.

I hate your cancer.

I hate your death.

I hate not having you with me.

I hate feeling the sadness and tension.

I hate sleepless nights.

I hate missing you, when you should be with me.

I miss you, Mom.