My Love
You are
my secret, known to precious few.
Your
father, me, my best friend
The
psychic who saw you with me.
He saw
you grow, whereas I cannot.
So many
questions in my mind about you-
Had you
lived.
Had I
not destroyed you before you were ripped from my womb.
I am
still selfish, but I try to atone for you.
The boy,
who sat below my heart for such a short perilous time,
Who
gave me a brief moment of hope before I realized I had already ruined you.
I wish
I had been more careful
I wish
I had been more ready for you.
I have
loved you every day, my son,
Even
when I pretended you weren’t real.
I
thought I would have another chance to hold you again
But
time has slipped away, and you never returned.
My
punishment for being a child, doing grown-up things.
My secret
shame.
My
secret love.
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