Unfinished

ever since I opened my eyes into yours...my love for
you...has evenly spread in my body...like...when spirits
grow into humans and become...mothers and daughters...

It is not a matter of if but when
we no longer are a mother and a child
(you the mother and I the child)

…when our time is over
and darkness falls...

and you -may be- the first to cross
the threshold of winter’s bones, and then I
step into the unknown world
where we will never again
be a mother and a child
(you the mother and I the child)

connected
womb to womb,
connected
generation to generation,
connected
birth to death/death to birth,
always unfinished, always

connected.