Another cycle
goes by – flurry of activity
then
waiting
waiting
I look at the test
my heart bleeds
like my body will be
soon
Were you my one and only, George?
3rd time was the charm
for you…
I want
a sibling
for you
another child
for me,
who will know their story
includes you.
But the tries are mounting
1
2
3
4
Each time is another loss,
not of life
but
potential,
hope.
I don’t want to lose
hope
belief
desire.
But each time
I see
that missing line
it hurts more
(amazing the
impact
the absence of something
can have)
But I suppose
that is my life now –
living with the
absence
of so much
that should be here.
All I can do
I keep trying
keep waiting
keep watching,
hoping to one day
see the
second line appear
again.
Tomorrow should begin
Another cycle