Her whisper used to linger in my ear,
ringing through my body.
His raspy voice barks words,
which imprint my brain.
Her embrace used to comfort me,
my body would melt from her touch.
His grasp is rough,
never showing me mercy or weakness.
Her eyes were soft with passion,
always watching to make sure I was alright.
His eyes are sharp and lifeless,
ready to criticize my every move.
Her love was beautiful and true,
which never let me feel alone.
His affection leaves marks,
defeating my every breath of confidence.
Her heart got me through his torment.
His torment ended her heart.
Without her I am alone
to deal with his pain
that is forced on me.
Mom, I miss you.