brooklyn
the air was immediately
taken from me as your mother
clung to me.
although i couldn't breathe,
a felt the wind slowly being
knocked out of me i couldn't
help but laugh.
one, because i hadn't seen your
mother in over eight months
and two, because the look upon
your face was priceless.
one thing i always loved about
your mother was her will to
go to depths to embarrass you
on any occasion;
while one thing i always admired
about you was how you embraced
everything about your moms
rambles, admitting that she was
right, even though you were
embarrassed down to the core.
it felt nice seeing your mother
again, since she had become
one of my own; taking place
of the absence i grew up with.
in between her mumbles
and lips against my cheek,
i could make out the sound
of 'i miss you' and 'how are you'
while also 'oh my gosh.'
once your mom allowed
me to regain my breath and
straighten out my shirt i couldn't
help but feel nervous and stunned,
when she asked me to join you
two for lunch.
not wanting to break your mothers
heart and turn her grinning face
into a downwards frown, i nodded
mumbling, "sure."
if i thought running into you
in the grocer and enjoying the
touch of your skin was awkward,
i clearly wasn't ready for a few hours
with you and some food.
YOU ARE READING
maybe, someday
Romance❝Perhaps we'll meet again when we're better for each other.❞ © tilmorning. The fourth and final installment, following the stories: 'something' , 'where we fell' , and 'intoxicated'.
