Small startles,
Smiles warm the hearts of two.
Small footsteps,
Bask in morning dew.
Darling it tears me apart;
They’re something I cannot give you.
Unfiltered laughter bellows through lived-in rooms.
Judgments left outside our door, however few.
All they’ve ever known,
they love you.
But my love, its all fantasy.
A future dream, remains untrue.
No growth within me,
they’re something I cannot give you.
Your eyes remain your own,
that smile, always askew.
No smaller version of your heart,
so many tries, so little proof.
Lack of tiny trusting hands,
I’m so sorry, there’s no little you.
Perhaps one day science will evolve,
new methods will break through.
I hope some God out there has mercy,
They’ll make it all come true.
Until then I mourn,
Because my little love is something I cannot give you.
-N.S
Strangers Days 