The moment we separated, did you say goodbye?
Beyond the time you held me close, in your belly, you never knew me. I hope you took care of yourself, I don’t want to think you were in peril and by all means, I hope my existence, in those few months of our lives together, didn’t jeopardize yours.
What life would have been, is not a path I want to explore. What is my life now is because of what you did. Maybe from a very misguided fantasy, I do have hopes your decision to turn your back and leave was a decision not taken lightly.
I cannot begin to imagine you, my mother… science set aside, your past, your childhood… your pains, your joys… love, hate… did you ever feel alive?
My mother, I don’t even know your name.
Joy Jane June
6th short 02.25.2019 goodbye…