Ode to my unborn child

Ode to my unborn child

We listened to love songs of nostaglia
And I asked him to make up stories
We laughed as we cried
I told him grief for me is my normal
As I painted tones of history not repeating itself
I told him I live without her
And being without her is a part of me
She is inside me even though she is yet to be born
I told him that I have accepted that she is not here
But I just said that to hide the tears
My body made up of mostly water
Water from the tears over the years
Swimming through my veins
In the absence of her
Maybe that's why I tell him to make up stories
And tuck me into bed
Listening to those love songs of loss
As I lay my head