Left two souls tangled in silence at 2 a.m.,
wondering if love was ever there at all.

No
this is blood memory,
ritual,
a brush of bodies that can spark
the breath of another soul into being.

She let him close,
not knowing he would vanish like vapor
the moment she said “What if?”

He left fingerprints on her skin
and none on the crib.

It was a choice.
But his choices vanished.
Hers became a heartbeat,
She wept at the altar of a promise that was never written.