to you. (Part 2/2)

...I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is less than you have done for me, mother.
I am grateful.
You gave me away out of love, so
I like to think.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is hard; I do not think about you.
We are not stereotypes.
I have cried about it once and I
have not worried since.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which was bound to happen eventually.
I am not upset.
For a poet with my past, this is just
an occupational hazard.
I will never write to you.
But I have tried to write about you.
Which I hope you understand.
This is not a letter.
This is meant to be about you, it is not
to you.

-D.B.
4/26-27/2012