How should I feel when you explain
that her voice shall never again be heard,
that any thoughts she made ceased for all time,
none may replicate that which she said.

How should I feel about this now existing gap,
where once she sat and cared for younger me,
where a memory of her is the only way
to greet again, but the goodbyes remain solidified.

How should I feel over the fact that I do not
know how I feel? That a disconnect sits, unease
forms throughout my mind, as I try to remind
myself of who she was over fleeting twinges of a notion.