stockholm, sweden
i loved you. i think it’s important to start there.
i stored love for you in places i didn’t know i could.
i loved you in states of yours that i couldn’t stand.
i loved you.
when you screamed so loud that the crosses on the wall shook;
when your face turned bright red and eyes sharp blue;
when it echoed and echoed and i couldn’t escape it in any rooms in the house.
i loved you.
i loved you even when the hands in my nightmares were yours,
even when you taught me how to really cry.
i loved you, mom, i swear i really did.
