Your name has been circling conversations. I long for you. Your name is constantly on my lips. In the empty moments of my life I wonder if your face is still the same. That overwhelming feeling of darkness and despair, relief and disbelief come over me. I have missed you for the second time. We can’t seem to make a connection. I am overwhelmed at the thought of seeing you again. Some may say it is a selfish decision, but I say I’m just not ready. I’m not sure if I ever will be. Anxiety takes the place of desire. I once called you my baby, and now you’re just a looming memory that follows me every where I go. I wonder if they can tell that you belong to me.
“But I still hear the ghost of the kids I never had…”