"Willow"
I'm crying.
Why am I crying?
I wanted this,
Needed this,
Was willing to pay over a hundred dollars
Just to make sure it happened.
Their name is-
Was-
Would have been-
"Willow."
No middle name,
They wouldn't have needed one.
My stomach hurts.
I feel it all dripping out.
Slowly,
Not like usual
With all its flooding certainty.
No,
This is a dreadful
'Drip,'
'Drip,'
'Drip,'
As I mourn the death
Of something I never wanted to live.
I imagine myself holding them.
Silly, right?
But still, I imagine,
And as I do I look in the mirror
At the small roundness
Blooming just below my naval,
Still too small for anyone else to notice.
The thumb and index finger
Of each of my hands
Forms half a heart,
And they come together for You.
I love You.
i'm sorry.
i love You.
"Willow."
