You in blue

Do you see me?
I am your mother, your sister, your lover.
Do you see the meadows,
the bed-making in the morning,
the plate I hold in my hands,
the one I won’t wash again?
Do you see the no-goodbye run,
the ground is too hard on my bones,
the “where” and “why”?
Do you recognize
human-to-human inhumanity?
What is in your eyes?

I am your mother, your sister, your lover.
Do you see me?