Waste

Miscarriage

I had a dream last night, and I saw your face

I held you tight, as your room I paced

I cried all night woken from that warm embrace

Wishing I'd been able to stay with you in that place

Foolish I was to think it real, my tears I wipe away with haste

Happiness, that dream I once had a taste

Bitter now this memory, torn apart like antique lace

I can feel myself now running an aimless race

My feet carry me though there is no base

As if suffering and pain itself does chase

Where my heart once sat is now an empty space