MUM

Every night before I go to bed
A wave of sadness passes over me
It consumes my body, mind, and soul
Filling my head images I'd rather not see
Not necessarily unhappy ones
But ones of what used to be
Tears begin to fill my eyes
It all progresses so rapidly
I hold it in for as long as I can
But the traitor tears start to flow free
A knot forms in the back of my throat
My body shakes and quivers uncontrolably
And I start to hyperventilate
As the images in my head play out like a tv
Images of my mum
They're my own worst enemy

I love you mum!