I am so sorry that your mother didn’t tell you that a wife could be the road untravelled.
That that adventure you’re seeking across the seas, in unknown cities could be a woman.
I am so sorry that your mother couldn’t make you see that a wife could be more than pure milk.
That she could just be the frothiest milkshake you’d ever taste.
I am so sorry that your mother wasn’t able to convince you that a wife could be Rumi.
That she could be the poetry your soul’s been thirsting to hear your whole life.
I am so sorry. For you.