LOST ONE

Hurting, thinking about my baby,
Maybe if she or he stayed,
I would become a better me.

That was my offspring,
Oh the joy he'd bring,
The little feet, little fingers,
I imaged creating that little being.

If she were here I'd look at her mom,
Smile and tell her “she looks just like you.”
Hold them both in my loving arms,
And tell them that I'd never leave you.

The pain inside causes my soul to cry,
Water running dry from within.
My outer appearance is pure bravado,
Lost one, lost me, feels like a whirlwind.