more painful
than losing the baby
was watching you cry
and
me remembering
the November
your sweet excuse
for everything was,
“Hey, I’ve got a pregnant wife at home…”
more painful
than losing the baby
was watching you cry
and
me remembering
the November
your sweet excuse
for everything was,
“Hey, I’ve got a pregnant wife at home…”
writers take in
& tend to each other
giving
a warm place to sleep
in the heart
a saucer of milk
lines dedicated
meat nibbled bones of relief
the way loving souls dote
on stray cats
they cannot keep