I'm not sure of our meeting.
I feel
bittersweet
as I rise from this table
and can't find
my feet.
She seemed a bit nervous.
I was tense
too
but I needed
very badly
to see this through.
When I reached across,
tentatively,
to touch her hand.
She trembled
in way
I could understand.
Her eyes,
like mine,
were the same color of blue.
I just wish
the past
didn't have to be true.
They say time
is a healing vessel
in our heart
but how can I forgive her
for leaving me
right from the start.
As she walked away
quickly
and I watched her disappear
the reality of the situation
left me
with this fear.
Although I have mixed feelings
I hold
no blame
but it seems
that my biological mother
still lives in shame.
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