Mother (Third Variation)

by robhayeswritesplays

She holds my face tight, pushing my cheeks in like this.

He pushes his cheeks in.

‘Look at that face’, she says. Obviously I can only see hers. She is pretty, if the light’s right. But this feels really quite weird. I don’t know if it’s because I’m leaving or because she’s a bit pissed, but she’s really making things quite uncomfortable.

Then she says ‘don’t waste it’.

He shrugs.

‘Waste what?’ She holds my face tighter, ‘what you’ve got, right here’. I’m lost. I just kind of raise one eyebrow and try to smile, but I can’t because of the.

He squeezes his cheeks.

Her eyes are glistening, just along the rim, and then she says, ‘if I had it back, I’d probably just waste it all over again.’

And I say.

I say.

Nothing. I don’t say anything. I want to, but I can’t. Then she lets me go.

But just because I never said it doesn’t mean she didn’t know. She knew I loved her. She must’ve known.

Because I did. I loved her.

And she knew that, even though. Even though I never said it. 

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