Memory Cues

I seem to catch you, everywhere I go,

Perfume and cigarettes overwhelm my nose.

What went wrong, I guess I'll never know,

Just know that I miss you, whenever I'm alone.

And I know, I'll never get it back,

You're merely the mom I wish I had.

But I go through each day, trying to be everything you're not,

Trying to be better than walking around while I rot.

I smile and I laugh, I do the best that I can,

Even though most days I feel stuck in quick sand.

If you even cared, I'd like to think you'd be proud,

But you're far too busy, making a hazy cloud.

So I'll block it all out, all the memory cues,

Won't let in the bits and pieces that make me think about you.