There are no tears here. No pressure in my chest or darkness. When I walk through the streets, no crime or bad people reach me. There is no silence carried with me like before.

My limbs have no weight to them. Nothing holds my body back as it moves and jumps. Emptiness is nowhere in sight. All I can see is the fact that there is no loneliness.

I am not cold or bored. There is nothing in my chest that tries to tell me I am not real. As the darkness comes back, no negative thoughts plague my mind on the walk home.

This time, the feeling of my body does not change the second I cross the threshold. There are still no fears. No space for fears to be, as I am not alone once more.

Until I sit at the table and see the source of all my tears. For she, too, is not here. Neither is fulfillment. Nothing can fill the heart without a Mother.