the spaces in between

he died with a gush of red
on my mother’s hands

they do not speak
of him often

but he sometimes appears
in the middle of other conversations
awkward, forced, immovable

i now, too, know what it means
to bury a child

it is like  i am meeting my parents
for the very first time

and finally finding love
among those spaces
in between

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