I will introduce you to mother

I will introduce you to mother

I will introduce you to mother

in the afterglow

where I used to spend my Wednesdays

after my high school classes.

alone.

I was a misguided ghost and

the spirits were the only witness to my pleas

as cold as the bodies.

I will introduce you to mother

and the stories I've told her.

I will let you hear the names

that vanished

as swift as the strands of my hair

struggling against the breeze of

a gloomy afternoon.

I will introduce you to mother

and the places I have been to

before I met you.

I will invite you to the cold ground

where I reached for his lips despite my pitch black vision.

To the half-empty classroom and our one-meter distance

where I never returned his longing stares.

To the dim small room of literary artists

where I regretted why I never sat beside her.

To the mushroom house

where hope took the form of a name.

To my room where I overate dark chocolates at night.

I was never fond of them.

I will introduce you to mother

and the dead versions of myself

I helplessly buried with her.

I will let you meet the girl who made her mother cry.

And she who cried after banging her head on the wall

with the desire to kill uninvited guests inside.

I will tell you about the woman who knelt inside the Church

but no longer believes in it now.

You will meet the lady who argued with his father

about the injustices made by his idol.

You will encounter the girl who dreamed of changing the world.

But realized she cannot.

I will introduce you to mother.

We will lit a candle on top of her gravestone

with green grass covering her name.

I will introduce you to the woman

who gave life to the woman you love.

And when you meet her,

tell her about the stories we have.

She's waiting for this for a long time.

-jewel liaison