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My Mom and Your Lover.
My mom ran away with your lover.
I saw them holding hands in the park
She had a smile on her face that rang of angels.
Maybe not-so-good angels, in this case.
They talk to flowers
And whisper their lives to clouds.
He cried once on her lap.
Those tears so clear
She held him, her baby
Love
They packed their bags today
And left with just a word
“Live.”
I remember her laughing
Soft, southern bell
Hidden in night
Blinding those ordinary people
Who never smelled the dark.
That musty smell,
Flowers and dirt,
Shampoo and cigarettes
Attics, childhood memories
Fading photographs
Dusty, dirty, strong, robust.
God, she loved how he smelled dark.
My mom ran away with your lover today.
I never once thought to tell her to stop.
