March 10th

Her bed is going to feel so lonely
Putting her head where his used to sleep
Sobbing so deeply  
She's hoarse
From every breath that she takes
Because they each weigh a ton

And they rip and they scratch
Through the insides of her chest
But only to the right
Because the left side is empty

The boy has no father
at 7 weeks old
but at least... No, wait...
Stop
She's never felt more pain in her life
She'll never feel whole again