Mom came over earlier today
and picked me up so we can
have our mother-daughter
chit chat someplace serene.
What usually takes five minutes
felt like a one hour drive.
Breathing in the same heavy air
we were both exhaling inside the
car she decided to use.
Neither of us uttered a word,
and the silence surrounding us
felt like a punch in the gut
as it grew and occupied the rest of
the space between my mother and I.
I looked outside the window
through the passenger’s side,
amused by how fast it suddenly
went dark as the clouds covered
the sun completely.
It looked like it was going to rain…
No perhaps a storm,
which I found ironic.
It was as if the real world was
reflecting both my feelings and emotions
right in front of me.
Not a pretty sight, considering
the fact that the wind was
gushing furiously taking its toll
out on miniature trees next
to the sidewalk.
I wanted to melt the ice
and I was pretty certain that my mother
wanted the same exact thing.
Yet we remained quiet,
barely looking at each other
avoiding eye contact at all cost.
I should be used to this…
Lucid Dreamer 