Friday, November 22, 2013
Blurry
There are no words for this wanting.
Loss (Longing).
Bereft (Alone).
Miracle Mothers
First-time Fathers
A sudden shift to
Empty arms (Empty Spaces).
Holes (Wounds, really).
Hands with nothing to hold.
There are no words for this wanting.
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