brooklyn
walking into your parents' house
was as if nothing changed within
the last year and a half.
your mothers' kitchen still lingered
with the smell of garlic upon entering
the hallway while the sound of the
grandfather clock ticked away
second by second.
your mom acted as if we never parted
nor walked out of each other's life
months ago; picking up the pieces
where we both left off.
it was a bitter sweet feeling to be
beside your mom in the kitchen
while listening to her talk on and on
about new recipes she discovered on
food network and books she recently
purchased from the old bookstore downtown.
your mom didn't think anything of it,
and neither did you when she handed me
the crystal wine glass. i counted the stars,
mentally whispering a thank you that you
both didn't notice my hesitation when bringing
the glass to my lips; taking the first sip of
alcohol i ever consumed since you walked the
other way.
i subtly tried to sneak glances your way
but every time i did so you'd be there to catch
me, staring with a smile upon your lips,
hidden by the beer bottle in front of them.
the more your mom chatted away about your
father, sister, and nieces, the more i felt myself
falling.
through our relationship your mom adopted
me along the way, becoming the one figure i
never truly was blessed with; filling the mother role,
i desperately sought for.
it was breathtaking to stand by her side once more
and i desperately clung to the moment.
the more i cut up veggies and stole glances your
way, the more wine i sipped, coming to terms
with what i missed most and desperately tried to
forget; what it was like to be part of your family,
but mostly what it was like to be yours.
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'.