Mum.

Mum.

It breaks me when you say

you are home alone.

When you tell me you are watching TV alone.

I change the channel,

hoping it would make you feel less alone.

Because I know.

I know an empty home.

I know.

I know eating dinner alone.

I know,

going to sleep alone,

wondering how long,

it would take you to realise

that I’m alone,

if I don’t,

wake,

up.

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