an open door
an echoing chamber
the chambers of my heart
no longer beating
in any way
that god can understand
my dead baby
smallest of the small
how could i miss her
this much?
it was my job to carry her
i didn’t do it right
somehow i dropped her
somehow i can’t
pick her back up
i never knew of her at all
just that she was leaving
and then gone
without permission
buried with the goldfish
i must have known
in my deepest corners
i must have known
a closed door
on an empty room
my echoing heart
awaits |
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