I walk on water, a sea of broken glass and grace
Peering down for a misty reflection
Of eyes that have seen her face
Lingering in a room that still has her taste
Her scent now overgrown
A memory holding my hand but I’m still alone
Calling back a love that’s out on loan
Everyone else holding what once was my own
Maybe we were never meant to be this close
Too much of one ingredient
Makes for a lethal but lengthy dose
Cast down eyes filled with remorse
Abortion reeks of choices made
But miscarriages end life a little too late
Instead , it’s just a rescue rope frayed,
A song written but never played
Why begin at all to only begin again?
Not able to even call her a friend
Unable to rescue what’s been lost
Spring fruit now covered by the frost
It really sucks when it doesn’t make sense
And I’m sure you’re not asking for my two pence
But it’s wrong when what makes sense only dies
Slowly but surely right in front of your eyes
Some say goodbye and it goes away
Some say hello and it stays another day
Wishing this didn’t happen but also for one more day
But I know it’s a day that’s long gone, so leave me alone okay
Some ask if I would change a thing
A hushed pause, and I breathe “no”
I’m only weary of the question
And the miscarriage of hope.
Tomorrow I’ll wake and for one moment forget
It’ll be nice, I’m sure, I’ll bet
But where were you my dear forgotten thought
When in a moment I get to drown in the choices I have bought.
A miscarriage speaks of a world we’ll never know
Somebody break the hourglass so that time will finally be old.
A miscarriage speaks of a world so alive and full
A safe place – where time can’t take from us what we were supposed to hold
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