i am six years old in the back of my mother s car and i will be seven in december she will be gone by the beginning of next spring and i will be left to remember to remember i ask my little questions and she laughs a little laugh but she won t tell me where we re going she looks in my eyes with her eyes in the mirror and says some things you re better off not knowing not knowing but i don t know what her voice sounds like i don t know what her skin feels like i only know what it might feel like when a mother holds her daughter when that mother knows she s leaving this life leaving this life she s left with that reflection of me at six years old and i have her eyes in the mirror well she and i we are defined by what we have lost don t you wonder whose loss is dearer dearer she doesn t know what my voice sounds like she doesn t know what my skin feels like and i only know what it might feel like when a mother holds her daughter when that mother knows she s leaving this life leaving this life and i don t know what her voice sounds like and i don t know what her skin feels like i only know what it might feel like when a mother holds her daughter when that mother knows she s leaving this life leaving this life leaving this life leaving this life leaving this life