Untallied
It smells fruity Your straight black hair, newly washed, tickling my neck A stroke, a grasp, a peck Your head’s found a place to rest Like our relationship – close to the chest
I’m scared of what they’ll say – especially your ex “Oh they’re probably leaving to go have sex” So I wait for them to leave, each and every friend Not showing any interest, so I can pretend
Like they don’t know shit Of course they know shit
Then came long distance. What a way To kill a secret newborn babe. Alive, healthy for just 5 weeks Too young, too weak.
Not even the greatest medic Could help it survive this pandemic.
“I’m gonna let you go now” I said to you on the phone, for the last time. Though I had already let go Of your embrace weeks before. Slowly drifting apart, forgetting your touch A slow, painful passing for the newborn. Add one more to the death toll.