A phantom cot and phantom toys
To be in a future that never was
Haunted by a parallel past
Where happy families exist.
A child not born, an empty space
Life is still, the clock stops ticking,
Silence is king, no baby's cry,
Remembrance every year of what might have been,
Until memory fades and life goes on.
No grave to visit, no remains,
The future's gone, just two alone
Haunted by a possible present,
A parallel world and another life.
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