After The Separation

so, sometimes, you drink a little wine
and then, the words start coming,
pouring out, like that bottle... into an empty glass
and you think, well, you think a lot of different shit
like... I miss my daughter, and although
the free time is nice, right?
you still wish you were in bed beside her
hearing her breathing in the dark
knowing she is sleeping there
and then, you think about where you are
where your life is going, and how the
not knowing is hard, but you are staying the course
and that's okay, because you are thinking
about the next day and what you will be doing
but, but... no matter what you are doing
you are still thinking about the miraculous beauty
of her, of her blue eyes, and you wish
again, that life was perfect... for her.
Oh yeah, you remind yourself, this is where we are,
this is what is happening, it's all okay. It will be okay.
And you try to think of something else.
And you can. But, it's also okay, if you don't.
because even the thought of your daughter
makes you happy too. even if, even if...
you are not with her, and she is not with you
physically. there are always so many other things
to think about. there are.
but it is the one thing that truly brings you back to
who you are.
And I am, because of that.
I am a mother. I am your mother. 

I have experienced no other completeness as that. 

because that is where love finds its home.
that is you.
Juna.