perhaps I’ll never manage
better than bittersweet
maybe no matter what I say
my heart will stalk you like a criminal
what do I know?
So little, so much. I know the hollow
Sweet daughter, I know the hollow
Maybe I’ll wake up one morning
Next to a man, crazy about him,
Maybe two hours or even two minutes will pass
Before I recall my bereavement
maybe when I do, I’ll smile still,
Think to myself, think to you, what do you think?
Did your mom do good?
What do I know
So much, so little, spaces
Beyond space, places that are not.
Sweet daughter, I know the hollow
Maybe ten years down the road
I’ll pop the cork off a bottle of honey wine,
Share it with your grave on the 6th of July,
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