I’d had an awful feeling about that night shift that you did tried to keep you at home “How will we feed the kid?” nine months heavy with a baby who would’ve been yours You shouldn’t have taken that night shift even if we’d have been 120 bucks short. It was seven in the morning and your shift was almost done. Why did you insist on fighting? Did you know he had a gun? We thought the baby Would be our biggest mistake too young to raise a child and our futures were at stake. Now I know the baby is nowhere near our greatest fault. It’s not stopping you from taking that night shift that I’ll spend my days regretting. 120 measly dollars that you had to go off to earn so that I could get that phone call. You know your funeral cost more much more that the money that you made Do you know I hate you? I hate you and I wish I’d never met you. I would’ve never gotten that call. I’d wanted you cremated for two reasons: I wanted you to burn. Burn as bad as my ears did when I got that call. Also, so that I wouldn’t have to think of you spoiling, rotting, dying countless deaths in a box in the ground. So there would never be a gravestone so that I’d never have to see your name carved there the only part of you immortalized. Do you know who called me? Your mother She was incoherent. You’re so selfish. I hate your rotting guts. We were so scared that our baby would compromise our futures and now we don’t have one. This baby is the only reason that I haven’t come after you. Do you know I kissed you? Your lips were cold. Did any part of you outlast your mortal flesh and feel me kiss you? Do you ever watch me and our little girl playing in the park? Who was right? You or I… I want to believe you now believe in your heaven and believe in your God. Because if I was right there’s nothing left of you but rotting flesh. Your shift was almost over. Did you know he had a gun? Did he know you were about to be a daddy? Would he have cared?