Mother

Kinda sloppy. Like my mom! No, but seriously, my mother died when I was 7, and I barely remember her. It's like she was never even part of my life.

I say it, and it doesn't feel right.

The words roll awkwardly off my tongue,
Like I shouldn't mention you,
Like you were never real,
And talking about you just makes me look crazy.

You're someone I made up,
An imaginary not-even-a-friend.

Maybe you really are.

The memories hang so far from my grasp,
That perhaps...
You never actually existed.

And when others talk about you,
Maybe they're just humoring me,
Pretending that you were real.

Then laughing behind my back,
"She's insane!"