Love for “mom” (true story, which never existed)

I take notes about love as a history
and love is not history

This complicated story, about the soul, the thrill of love

love something without knowing
love something without knowing
love something out of a sense
love something out of love
but I love

“mom”

it’s about loving “mom”,
and I write a note in the future
because currently there is a note, about the “mom”

this paper as well as a reminder
as evidence, there is a relationship
as evidence, there is communication
as evidence, that no one else knows
as evidence of touch, who had never touched
as proof that we are close, but never close
as evidence of our collective, but we never shared
  
“mom” something beautiful can only be felt
something that is beautiful beyond words
something beautiful to be enjoyed
something wonderful to my store

because the story is a symbol
because the story is not something

This story forever …..