On the day of my birth I think about yours, I now grieve for a life lost or is it the one that didn't start.
In the depths of all my emotions and feeling lost in the complexity of them, I'm cruelly reminded of how simple and fragile life is.
But I wish I could have seen you and to hear you appear, like you have before in those confusing moments. Wrapped in your yellow towel with wet skin against mine, our heartbeats as one. One heartbeat.
I'm so sorry they said, and in those moments I directed the sympathy towards nothing. It happens right? These things just happen. Life happens, life goes on. How can life go on when your life did not go on.
and in your memory I am to celebrate my own.
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