Mothers and Daughters

With a flick of her wrist,

a hole in her tongue

a disdainful look

She cut me out of her life.

In a single moment

I went from everything to nothing.

No touching

No smiling

No talking

Just waiting

for the phone call

for the bag to be packed

for a departure

without goodbye.

Just waiting.

Dreams dashed.


Worst punishment

The best romance gone sour.

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