Disorder
When they told me, it hadn’t sunk in for a bit.
By the time it did, my mom had stopped crying.
So I saw no reason to restart the tears.
Sometimes all I can do is wait.
Even if waiting makes me scared.
Even if waiting makes her feel guilty.
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