The Lifespan of Love…

Six months at best he said,

yet time feels irrelevant to me.

We went places emotionally I’ve never been with people I’ve known half my life.

Twelve and a half weeks was all I held her,

yet nine months later I can still hear her heart beat.

The size of a fig….

The lifespan of love…

I’ve written you both away.

Sweated you out in slumber.

Cried myself into the river.

And yet time refuses to take you…

transform our experience

away from my womb,

and into a memory at last.

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