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What happens
During a miscarriage?

A friend asked
For encouraging words,
I didn't have enough.

I don't know what it's like
To lose your own
Flesh and blood.

All I know
Is what it's like
To lose you.

After I comforted
Her with words
That could never be enough,

I thought
Of
Your eyes.

We used to whisper
About our future -
Predicted the faces of newborns.

I've dreamt about
Our false
Daughter.

Her caramel skin:
Ecuadorian
Soft brown eyes:
Similar to yours

She's real.
In another lifetime,
In a parallel universe,
She's real.

Perhaps all the children
Who were meant to be
But never were
Are in the same space.

The many who appear
Through exciting
Positives.

And the few who
Never get
The chance.