Her and Her
She has a name.
While mine went nameless.
Unnoticed.
Wasn’t aware of the existence.
She has a name.
She’s real.
I’m barren,
there goes my redemption.
She’s coming.
My first reaction isn’t joy.
Always a twinge of pain,
the ghost memory
of what would have been.
She’s coming.
I just don’t need a reminder.
Copyright © Joy Nicole | Year Posted 2016
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