She always cried when she was torn
from her mother’s breast
and as time grew
both separated again where two countries met.
so f t
in. vite. ing
Her words only took seconds
but stretched out for the infinities within those seconds
the words filled the girl’s head for years to follow.
(A dog may be a man’s best friend,
but a daughter is a mother’s heart.)
Why must you go?”
Blood speckled with tears and love.
Love and sorrow:
truly two of a kind.
So far apart;
two different countries;
two different lives;
one heart that stretches between the distance
(yet a heart can only stretch so far before it is torn apart.)
She dreams of her mamá
as her distant angel
and the angel is falling