being gently comforted,
I awoke to a pillow and a dark room,
moon light giving little.
Looking into the emptiness I decide
to give Mom a call in the morning.
Trolling through smiling pictures of
my sons on a screen,
my heart constricts and aches.
Love is warm, soothing
and it hurts.
The heart aches, longs.
Another touch of comfort.
I have no memory of leaning on my mothers breast,
but the dream stays with me now.
And makes me long for more time,
more moments to let go of regret.
Feeling deeply is dangerous and delicious.
Caring about another is
to be raw, vulnerable and painful.
It is worth it.
Love, deep love hurts,
it is worth it.