I won't get to hear your first cries as you come into the world
I won't feel your small hand wrap around my finger
I won't be waking up late at night to rock you back to sleep
I won't see you crawl or take your first steps
I won't hear your first words and I'll always wonder what they would have been
My heart is breaking for someone I've only seen briefly on a screen
I wish things were different, that this didn't happen
But things don't always work out how you want
YOU ARE READING
Last Breath
PoesíaThese are just some poems I've made over the past 3-4 years, I'm still working on more