Panorama of San Bernardino

Saturday, January 30, 2016

You

I can picture your face
a small baby face
that never really existed
I didn't tell anyone but
I knew you weren't real
The test had to be wrong
God doesn't answer prayers

When they told me
you were just a figment
of dreamland I sighed
I already knew it wasn't to be
When the pains began
I welcomed them
to get you out of me

You looked like a bird
A dead crow in red water
I flushed for forty years
You swirled like Icarus
dropping from the sky
with a thud
The noise was familiar

As if I had lived this before



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