MORNING
I mourned for you
all of my life
I mourned while
you were not yet dead
For the prison you made for yourself
and in turn, for me
I mourned for the absence of laughter
I mourned for all the tears you shed
For keeping blinders down
that shut the sun out
I mourned for the darkness
you surround yourself with
I mourned for the lock you kept
around your heart
I mourned for the color black
you wore for ten years
because your husband died
I mourned for the countless dances
you refused to dance
For the thousand laughs
you denied your mouth
For the countless touch
you declined to give or take
But if I mourn any longer
I will be just like you