Little

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.