8 Years of Hindsight

I want it back
The time when She was
Too weak
To open her mouth,
To take a drink

I want it back
The couch
The chair
The half-hour that I
stared, stared, stared

I want it back
Her
S t r e t c h e d out and
limp
The silence,
the dim-darksuffocating living room

I want it back
The chance to fill my mother's last moments
With the sound of her only soun's voice
To make the choice
To not be silent; to make emotional noise

I want it back
The last time I went to bed
(With a mother)
The last time I said "Goodnight"
To my Mother

I want it back
The bitter end
To a bitter fight
To make less bitter
The memory of that merciless, haunting night(mare).