The morning after

I don’t feel any better. My eyes are still bloodshot and my heart is in a thousand pieces. They say things happen for a reason. I’d just like to know what reason we are forced to go through this twice. I know there are those who have suffered worse loss, and I am lucky that I haven’t had to seen a squirmy little one on the screen only to later know the loss of it. But never seeing that squirmy little one, I can only wonder what is wrong not what is right.


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