Mirror
sunrise rambling
I dreamt of you last night, at least an anticipatory glance of you. I also met your mother too and she really loved me. You and I never spoke there either. You had long hair in my dream (I don't think you ever did) and I only saw glimpses of you through grocery store aisles. Now I wonder if we ever passed by one another when I was awake. You were here, and I never knew you. I'll never know you through anything more than my own jawline, my skin, my eyes, your obitiuary photo, the mirror, and my mother's memories. I think the most loving act you could do was leave it alone. Now I carry on your legacy of leaving it alone.
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Loved this. Here’s one in return.
https://substack.com/@lisablume/note/p-159019867?r=jzve5&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action
Beautiful, thank you for sharing it with us!