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My body denies my heart’s longing
with the absence of that silly little plus sign;
my mind whispers relief –
close call, honey; careful next time –

but my heart, oh my heart,
it crumbles and cries,
its words dying before they form,
but I hear them, I hear them…

“Little love of my life,
come to momma’,
come to me, baby,
come now, hurry…”

But she vanishes
– a fragment of my soul,
a dream gone away,
a mystery in my womb –

and just when I wanted her most.