Whenever
I think
of what will happen
when i'm older
I think of you
and a gaggle
of our kids
going trick or treating
and i'm on the porch
in a witch hat
passing out candy
because I can't walk too far
8 months along.
And now
you're with
another woman's children
and I'm on the porch
alone
passing out regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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