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The tear falls silently
landing on my chest
just below the indent of my collarbone
that I broke when I was five.
It slides down between
the soft, supple hills
of my translucent breast.
It rolls over the pale skin
stretched across my engorged stomach
leaving a track of brine
and comes to rest
in the narrow lip of my navel.
Can he feel this? Is he crying too?
“Shhh.” I pat my stomach.
“Don’t cry, little one.”
He will never meet his papa,
this little one of mine
who resides safely now
in a place of warm darkness.
All too soon this little one
must face the world.
If only I could keep him here.
If only I could save him pain.
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