Today

Pieces of life

going by in increments

too large to go by so fast:

three weeks at a time.

I miss you every day.

Ceaselessly.

I’ll always wonder why you did

what you did.

I can not understand.

I cry for you more than I can say.

And I cry because I will never have your children.

Never know what it feels like to wait expectantly to meet them.

He does the best he can.

Some days,

he is more than enough.

But sometimes I feel broken and ashamed.

Like today.

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