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I won’t let them say you weren’t real,

That you weren’t meant to be,

Because you were very real,

And you were there to me.

Holding my stomach as I fell asleep,

Both of us deep in dreams,

Our happiness was so short-lived,

It was about to burst at the seams.

I think about what you’d look like,

The person that you’d be,

Would you throw temper tantrums,

Or just get along with me?

I loved you from the start,

It’s ironic but it’s true,

I thought that I was doing what is right,

What is right for you.

I miss saying ‘goodnight’ to you,

It’s as if you were never there,

To everyone but me.

I long to stroke your hair,

To put you to bed each night,

To let you see the sun,

To feel the wind on your cheeks

As we’d leave the hospital.

I can’t tell anyone why I did it,

I can’t even explain to you,

I could try to at least give you that much,

But I don’t want to be untrue.

‘The best option at the time’,

Will forever torture my dreams,

I cringe when I think of your end,

I should’ve stopped your screams.

Did it hurt you?

Did you fight

When I did what I thought was right?

Where are you now?

Who chose your fate?

Medical waste or cemetery gate?

What could’ve been so beautiful,

Turned into clinical hate,

The choice I made was wrong,

The time is now ‘too late’.