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missing you mom

I missed you from my bed to the sun.
I miss you even though I'm with you.

I miss your laugh.
I miss your eyes
I miss how you gave me smell your hair
I miss the songs you sang me
I miss how you let me drive
I miss how you joke to me
I miss your hands on mine

I miss you even if I shouldn't
in fact, I forgave you
maybe I'm mad that I do. I don't really know why
I miss our fights
I miss that after them we laughed
I miss you being "best mom"

I know you're here.
I know you're tired and feel bad.
but I miss having mom.

even if you tried to be a good one