A mood I can’t remember the cause of.
The unconscious tears,
unexplained darkness, unravelling
at the briefest of reprieve
I had forgotten you.
I should have remembered.
Those unreasonable tears
and despair belonged to you.
I woke up knowing, that Saturday morning,
that you had gone.
A memory of before, the last loss.
Blaming myself over and over.
So stupid. Fragile.
I should have known.
Thrown away after the pain of your leaving.
Son or Daughter?
The question aching inside of me.
although the grief was palpable.
So early, a dot, I couldn’t find you.
A dot. Full stop.