I cry at work

Usually during croissant day

Dear mom

I cry while i work

for this time last year your hand was in mine and in yours, mine

For this time last year we knew you were dying but didn’t know when

And so we watched and waited and we didn’t sleep and we listened to your breath and we wished time would stop and i think it did there for a bit and your body became something else that wasn’t your body before our powerless dry eyes

for this time last year your haggard, gasping breath was both a song of delight and misery

And so, I cry while I work