Your Mother-s Son -2023- ✪

You are not him. You know this. You haven’t run. You haven’t raised your voice in anger—not like that. You show up. You call her every Sunday. You are trying.

And she stays anyway.

Last spring, she handed you an old photograph: him at twenty-five, leaning against a car that no longer exists, smiling in a way that you now catch yourself smiling when no one’s watching. “You have his hands,” she said quietly. Not an accusation. Not a compliment. Just a fact, heavy as a stone dropped in still water. Your Mother-s Son -2023-

You used to swear you’d be nothing like him. The slammed doors. The silence that filled a room like smoke. The way he loved her—fierce, then fractured, then not at all. You built yourself in opposition: softer, louder with your feelings, quicker to say I’m sorry . You thought love was a choice you could make differently. You are not him

You don’t realize you’re becoming him until the moment you already are. You haven’t raised your voice in anger—not like that

That’s the part he never understood. That’s the part you’re only now learning to hold.