I just wanted to enjoy you a little longer.
I wanted to carry you to the very end.
I wanted a reminder that all is good,
at a time when all feels so very, very bad.
And yet, I’m still lying in this bed,
avoiding the mountain of what I need to do,
while bleeding and crying and grieving
the little lovebug I’ll never have.
But I loved you so very much, dear.
I was my happiest when you were here,
and I know happiness will come again,
but right now I’m stuck in my head.
Like I’m stuck in this queen-sized bed.
Wishing things had ended differently.