I am struggling to cope
in a thousand moments
on these days
grinding by
like sand paper
too fast and too slow
to know what to do with
in this moment specifically
with the understanding
that I will never see you
grow old
I found you
at a time in my life
where my existence
felt painfully
finite
And
You found me
at a time in your life
where you needed a mother
and a structure
and I loved providing
every bit of it
Every credit
for my ability to see
weeks, months, years
down the road
belongs to you, and you alone
And
Because of you
I chose to stay
Time will pass without you
but the specifics of how
remain a mystery to me