Hey.
You read my words and offered me an out.
When I told you.
Miscarriage.
You booked the place and made sure it was cozy.
It was just what I needed.
Pizza.
Leather upholstery.
Chocolate fondant.
I didn’t even notice the absent fireplace.
Woman to woman.
Mother to mother.
You just.
Listened.
And you just.
Felt.
Allowed me to fall apart in a paragraph.
Which turned into a short story.
And fall apart some more.
In the awkward way that I do.
But you felt.
And you didn’t say a thing.
To justify.
To accept.
To correct.
To adjust.
To fix.
To make it better.
All that bullshit.
You didn’t offer.
You just let it be.
And from one mother who has lost a baby,
To another mother who has lost a baby,
You were exactly what the universe prescribed,
For this hurting heart,
That can’t quite figure out,
Why.
But has to accept.
That it is.
For that.
I can only, ever thank you.
X
K
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