Morning mourning.

July 2019

Morning mourning.
I am childless
and bleeding
into a silicone cup inside
of me.

We were careful.

I am 22 years old
and I feel there’s something
asleep inside
of me.

You held me sincerely
in this dream
and a few days later, too,
to remind me you were real.

You cared, really

All I need to do now is
mourn this loss.
There’s no misunderstanding,
no hurt.
Just an abundant
emptiness
without you.