Sense Sonnet - Acher

Matter of Time

I was the only one Mom had,
But a teenager needs some space.
Her clinging ways became so sad,
And still harder for me to face.
She often hinted suicide,
How I'd be better off without
Her, if she just up and died.
The more she'd hint, the more my doubt.
I told Mom I'd be back at 4,
But I didn't get back till 5.
I found her on the garage floor,
From car fumes - no longer alive.

I wonder if Mom thought that I'm
At home and would find her in time.