Where she used to stand.

I often wondered how I would find out - who would be tasked with "telling" me.  

Social media is the informer.

I never considered - I would not be told.

She passed.

 

I can't know their reasons, I can guess - they feel my estrangement doesn't require social graces.  

 

My journey with her, isn't theirs.

My interactions or the lack there of - and why - is not theirs.

My grief a long while ago - is now theirs.

I am sorry they lost a mom.

I lost a ghost, who I used to call Mom.

 

I feel peace in the space where she used to stand.