A poem that I wrote after losing a friend. It was meant to be a memory of them for me but the poem took on a life of its own.
Death, still and lifeless
You lie, broken and wounded
A shadow of your former self
A silent empty shell
No more will I hold you
Hear my name whispered on your lips
Feel the softness of your touch
You’re gone, buried by the well
Death, still and lifeless
I’ll cry, hot, endless tears
For the memory of you
And a secret I’ll never tell
To you, I’m pregnant
Life beating within
A baby, a boy
Your only son
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