“𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞.” 🙏 🤗 🌹

 “Suddenly this defeat.

This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.
I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.”

― Jack Gilbert