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I don't know when it all changed,
how we became strangers overnight.
I keep asking myself:
When did I stop telling you the things that matter?
More importantly, when did you stop listening?
How is it that I can no longer tell you
all the changes that I'm going through?
Why I cry silently at night?
Or why you see me waking up with a huge smile on my face? ?

So tell me,
when did you become 'mother' rather than mom?
Damn, we are two strangers in the same house.
It hurts.
I want to come to you when I can
but I no longer feel that I can
and I just don't know how to anyway...
So here we are: two strangers living together.

by Miss Tee

Comments (1)

nice poem! ! felt pretty close to my heart!