you're not yet a memory

a ghost came to me
I tried, but I could not scream
so I stood impatiently 
waiting

there were cracks
inside her voice
she screamed a tearful noise
she said, "I think I'm yours"
"daddy"

it happened when I was fifteen
there were no drugs or drinking
but there were some love and dreams
trust me

it's all coming back to me
and it's still hard to believe
so I took her home with me

she would be 
turning just four
if the mom 
had not pressed abort
now that part of me is divorced
from hope

I've never held her heart to mine
I could not make her teardrops shine
just a phantasm to hold
close

I'm sorry baby
but it wasn't up to me
if it was you'd be right here
you'd be here playing

even though we've never met
everyday I can't forget
that you will always be my friend
darlin'

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[heido]

This is not meant to insult.

I am pro-choice. I have debated and argued this position with many a pro-life thinker.
I don't know which side you take.
But I have never wanted to reconsider my position and I believe this is what you have done.

I am in modest awe at the beauty with which you portray a fatherly love, and a gentle knowledge of a woman incapable of bravely being a mother.

I am humbled.

Thankyou.