Universal Truth
Eyes open, wide and bloodshot,
I take in the scene:
My mother lying on the earth
In her torn dress,
Chiffon and glitter freckling the dirt
And her chest rising and falling
Leaking with every breath -
Blood and hope both falling to the ground.
It feels like a sin, sitting here,
Serenely watching as she struggles
For breath, for faith, for me.
If you had asked me a year ago, even four years ago,
Why I can’t say it back to her?
I wouldn’t have been able to tell you.
My breath would freeze, heat catching my cheeks,
Shoulders lifting and tilting into a stance that matches my words
“I don’t know.”
I do know.
Now, at least, why I can’t repeat those three, simple words,
That she could utter in one breath, confidence
Enhancing the meaning and her smile shining through each letter.
I know now, why I find it so hard to whisper my affection for you.
Though my mouth is dry, lips waxy with desperation and Vaseline, and my heart is smashing through my ribcage, I mutter those tiny words, three syllables that rule the stars and our souls.
The immensity of it frightens me - knowing that one simple sentence released by my lips
Can control how another sees themselves, how they see me,
And how I create the world in their chest cavity.
At last, I stand up.
The wind pulls my hair behind me, urging me to turn away,
Leave her here to sleep in peace,
Instead, I lean over her, tears running from my chin to her cheeks.
I wish she could hear me now, and know what I know.
It’s too late for that,
My hearts pulls in my chest,
Like the tide under a full moon,
I close her eyes and tuck her cloud of hair behind her ears and utter it, urgent and quiet,
“I love you.”
And I leave her to find herself in the sky,
Knowing that she’ll be willing those words into my mind from the heavens.