Pre nego što sam joj išta rekao,
majka je već znala.
Znala je, ali nije mogla
da podnese misao.
Povukla se u tišinu, u strah
koji nije imala s kim da podeli.
Onda je pokušala da nestane.
Priznao sam joj, kad se već sve slomilo,
ali je možda istina sprečila kraj.
Bol i ćutanje između nas
postali su prostor u kom se nije govorilo.
Sad pokušava da mi priđe,
da popravi ono što se slomilo u nama.
A ja stojim, između tuge i besa,
između ljubavi i granice koju sam morao da postavim.
Before I said anything to her,
my mother already knew.
She knew, but she couldn't
bear the thought.
She withdrew into silence, into a fear
she had no one to share with.
Then she tried to disappear.
I confessed to her once everything had already broken,
but perhaps the truth kept it from ending.
The pain and the silence between us
became a space where nothing was spoken.
Now she tries to come close to me,
to mend what broke in us.
And I stand, between sorrow and anger,
between love and the boundary I had to set.