To my ALREADY DEAD, no longer causing me any “strange” feelings, Emily…
Somewhere in June, my NONEXISTENT DEAD baby girl, you should’ve been “implanted” into my uterus, but you never got that chance to form…
Somewhere in June, I felt you inside, and, in that same year in late September, early October, you were, DEAD! And, it’d taken me, a very, very long time, and countless number of tears I’d cried, to finally accept that this, was the work of that “thing” called fate, and, I’d still think of you, my child, it’s just, that I no longer felt saddened, by the lack of you in my life anymore!
Somewhere in June, you should’ve gotten conceived, but you weren’t, and why? Why is that? I’d asked so many times, and, the only replies I’d received were, the drips of blood, from my beating heart. Somewhere in June, I’d loved you started back then, and I still love you now, and, my love for you won’t die (like you had), just because you’re no longer in existence for me………
Somewhere in June, I grew up, got that first taste of what it’d felt, to have you, but it wasn’t real, and soon, the reality alarm started ringing so loud, I’d, fallen out of bed, and hurt myself!