Mum, I 
miss you. 
Ever since
losing you, 
I’ve lost 
myself too. 

Life events
you prepare
yourself for
play themselves
out in 
front of 
me. I’m 
a spectator
in my 
own body. 
The audience
in the
protagonist’s skin. 
I'm watching 
a film
and I’m
in every
scene but
my body 
is elsewhere. 
I, the
disembodied actor 
in his
own life
he is 
directing but
somehow feels
elsewhere, lost. 

Mum, I 
miss you.
I also
miss me.  
Sometimes I 
feel I’ve 
lost myself 
for days. 
I miss 
the sensation 
of feeling 
embodied.
I doubt
my body
will ever 
be found.