Mother

Here it is -- the final page
You turn it and walk away
You dreamt that you were flying
And you realize
That somehow, you
Are
Breathing under the weight of it all
You marvel at the height of the fall
Don't you remember
Why you don't have a mother

Do you know how you got here?
Memories fade, left behind
Anxieties forgotten in the back of your mind

Are your friends lost, too?
Did you hold them tight
Or did you let them go?

Were thеy

Buried under the wеight of it all
Such a high place from which to fall
Didn't you love them?
When have you last spoken?