They all visit in my dreams,
Wombs I’ve met, and others not yet.
And this dawn,
I was withdrawn,
In a playful schmooze with your daughter,
An angel that could have been ours.
Ahh! They must be aligned…
Ten years after we last spoke,
Finally, after a decade apart,
No poem to finish,
And no urge to start.
You were not much older when we first met,
Than she was when I saw her tonight.
Through laughs and tears,
And joys I haven’t felt in years,
We stitched together,
My lonesome bleeding heart.