the last time i saw my mother

she saw me as her own
and i was
but twelve years passed
and now i see
this person, this friend
and she sees me as my own

twelve years of
trauma
drama
and dying respect

last time i called her mother
she smiled, but ignored
it's just a title, just a word
my mother, or your mother
just six letters
held together

last time i cried for mother
she left me in the dark
waiting in the hallway
until i finally gave up
morning came
and my tears had dried

the last time i saw my mother
i was just a child
i woke up the next morning
in this adult world

much alone.