The only connection is lost
But we never really connected anyway
Our mother has told you
 Lies about me, I’m sure

 She isn’t a good person
She’s fragile and bitter
With constant thoughts of herself

 I hope you are okay, and not sad
I hope addiction doesn’t wander back in
 Please continue to kick its ass

But I worry with her in your life
That woman will drive anyone to sacrifice
 And laugh as you are scarred
She’s not really rooting for you

But now I cant even text you
 My family prefers an Old English letter 
For their departures
I never fit in 
Because my handwriting is Primary at best 
I’d rather them just call 

I’m always expecting letters
 And sometimes I hope for them
 But my god, I hope you are alive