You would have been born Six months after we broke
Down. You would have slid
Into this unhappy spiral
Innocently smiling.
I would have loved you anyway
Though you may not have known
Much. Love at that moment
Like glass sliding through pavement
Or men of war.
No one ever wins when life
Shatters and spins out
But that doesn’t mean,
I mean, it doesn’t hurt
To keep something warm
Deeply buried somewhere
You. For as long as you had let me.
Perhaps I dreamed
You? I cannot feel anything like that
Anymore.
It is no one’s fault.
Perhaps my life has been wasted
Never knowing, never feeling
What everyone tells me
Means everything in this tiny universe.
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