This is for all the babies
That don’t exist.
Those conceptual ideas floating out in supernatural cyberspace
Cause Mommy dearest
Was the one that got away.
Those violently adorable, little intangible theories
Who could have been
Writers, doctors, actors, architects, or terrorists.
But a fight and an oath and a couple unpaid bills,
Their conception never was
Their gestation never was
Their water breaking and giving way to the brand new light and a first gulp of air
Never was.
I’m sorry you’ll never know.
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