Shopping Mall

I am a lost child in a crowded shopping mall. You are my mother. You are my obsession. I am alone and it feels like a hundred years since i felt your warm fingers holding my tender palm. I am Lost and panicked and none of these faces are friendly enough. I am screaming on the inside. I am kicking the walls and denying this situation. I am trashing stores and beating on my head with clenched fists. But no one here cares. They see my fingers swaying loosely at my side, gentle tears streaming down my face and a quivering lower lip. They don't see the hopelessness in my eyes as I watch waist after waist pass me by. The tiny pockets of my corduroy overalls are full of disobedience and every distraction I thought was more important than you. More important than keeping up with you and where you were going. But now that I'm here, without you, I would give my whole self to see your smile again. excuse me miss, could you help me please? No one else listens they way you can. You knew what I said without me ever uttering a word. Those fragments of my life and tiny moments I chased across stores and food courts weren't worth the loneliness and emptiness I feel now that you are gone. All I can do is stand here, in one place like I've been told to do if ever I find myself lost. I live there now, on that spot where I stopped. With each passing person and each passing minute my heart skips a beat thinking it is you that I see in the distance and in mere moments I'll be swooped up into your arms so warm and safe. Like before. Before today. I'll feel through you the fear within from having thought you'd lost me. I'll feel the joy through you now that I'm with you again. We will complete each other like before. you'll feel through me the relief that I truly am not alone, and never want to be again. You are all I could ever need. I am a lost child in a crowded shopping mall. You are my mother. And I know you are not coming back for me this time.