parts

i saw your hair messily thrown up in a clip

i saw that tattoo you have on your back on another girls hand

i smelt your perfume pass by me in the shop

so as your picture illuminates my face in the dark

i trace over where time has aged you

so many parts of you scattered around my life

but there is nothing whole to hold on to

and if you were never really my mother

who am i to mourn you