After the due date, things get loud.
The quiet sadness becomes a loop of thought
Weshouldhaveababyhereweshouldhaveababyhere
Followed by a stacatto percussive
WEDON’THAVEABABYHERE
Such terrible knowing,
Understanding the minuscule chasm between
Don’t and Should.
Should is willingly carried.
Heavy, yes. A burden, yes.
Obstinate Don’t refuses to be carried.
Demands to be left.
Doesn’t need help. Just recognition.
It is simple, horrific truth.
Don’t is all of the Gone in a pile.
Endurance requires remembering an unknown.
Small grace: this remembrance requires no mustering
Because you built young an assurance in the Unseen.
Before all this Terrible Seen.
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