A million little pieces

what are you thinking
you asked me
as we strolled in
the morning fog

that Tuesday before

her visit

nothing of importance
I mumbled to you and asked
if you had remembered
to let the dog out before we left
that Tuesday before

she stood at our front door
asking for you

now I think there is
no way back for us
to that Tuesday before

my world shattered
into
a
million
little
pieces

 ~

missing the mom gene