Today I saw

What I cannot have.


I'm sorry.


Yesterday I dreamt

Of tiny hands,

Aiding steps and

Teaching words.


Tomorrow I will cry,

And we will fight

Until you hold me,

And still the pain

That flows unseen.


Insufferably I seem

To act like a stone,

But your gentle heart

Won't let me suffer alone.


You say give up this bottle

Cos it won't see me through,

And if I have nothing left,

Then I'll still have you.

The End

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