• stephifig 22w

    The gift that never came

    Some days I wish I heard your heartbeat,
    Or saw you on the ultrasound screen,
    Or saw anything besides those two little red lines.
    I wish he didn't run away when the news hit,
    That you were gone.
    This body is only good at giving birth to dead things.
    In the middle of the night when I awake,
    I wish it was cause of your cries,
    But it's always because of the nightmares.
    Most days I imagine that you were too good to walk this earth,
    Too much of an angel to not be sent to heaven so soon.
    (Unfinished will fix soon)