Save the Ta-Tas

Three months later, I sat on my bed alone. Tears filled my eyes, swells so large they fell to the floor.
“Why did this happen to me?” I cried.

But then I felt her. She was there, hugging me saying it was alright and she’d always be here. I almost thought I heard I love you.

My tears went dry and I held my legs to my chest.
The thought that I would never see her, or hug her again tore me apart.

Looking over at the picture of my mother and I, she’ll always be this beautiful to me.