Yesterday

There was pain like glass going through fresh new born skin. It was in and out and out and in again. Like an outlet you plugged yourself Into me but I never felt the electricity. All that I felt was numbness. You always spoke in such circles, it was often so redundant. Like a baby learning to talk you kept repeating words like “I love you”. But you hid me away like you were ashamed, I felt like your diary. And even though you’re gone I can still feel you tittering inside of me. She kicks hard on my newly rounded belly. And even though you hurt me I still melt inside like jelly just thinking of you. This baby inside me grows bigger each day. I pace back in forward through my house searching like someone whose lose their keys. She will be searching for her father and I will be searching through yesterday. The calendar blows in the wind. The Pages are turning years, month, memories, and the end.