My Mother

She tells me she misses him. She tells me she walks to the park alone, and sits on a bench crying wishing he would come back. Why can't I react. I sit an listen to other people everyday tell me about their pain, and come up with the words to console, but with my mom I look for ways to get off the phone. Why? Why don't I think of him as much anymore... why did I have a dream where I just hugged him and wouldn't let go... why do I wear his red sweater everyday, why can't I have him back...