Abortion

August, honey,

Sometimes it hurts to become.

Some days, I wake up with your face on my mind still

Only it is not your face after all.

August, dear,

Your mamma bleeds for you.

You smell of iron and loss, and love.

Be patient, my sweet.

August, love,

You are all that could have been,

Folded into everything that wasn't.

And yet, you are all there is, everywhere I look.

August, listen,

I love you.