Village Pizza
I was visiting mom
In her upstairs apartment
Above the first pizza place in this village
She said
If you can and want to
Come stay with me for awhile
This summer
Live here
I would love that
We haven’t been together
For more than a couple weeks a year
Since 1980
So, my boy, think about it, please.
I was waist-deep in university and girl thoughts and willful abandon…
I took her plea seriously,
But I didn’t take her up on the offer.
I will regret this forever.
She was hardened by her own experiences
Yet she broke though her own defenses
To tell her first-born:
Please come back to me
We didn’t have enough time together, then
Come back, my boy.
And now
The time is long gone.
The pie is cold.
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I live a similar story. This is lovely writing for a sad subject.
Love this