How far along are you supposed to be?
I am supposed to be nine weeks…
She was supposed to be nine weeks…
She was supposed to be born in August.
I was supposed to hold her, nourish her, raise her.
I was supposed to be…
we never met
January 20th, 2009
We’ll never meet, but I know your name.
I know your smile, the color of your eyes, the shades of your hair in twilight and with sun shining bright.
I know your birthday, at least close. I know your sign. I know your story. I know everything there is to know about you. I loved you the moment I knew of you, the second I felt you near.
I know your beginning, the day you came into being.
And, sadly, I know your end.
We never met, but I know you. We never met, but I will always love you.
