John placed his hands on the sink
He was surprised he could stand after all he had to drink
He stared up at his haggard reflection
His broken face twisted in perplextion
He had to reminisce, reminisce, reminise
How could he have turned out like this
It had all started in absolute perfection
He still remembered when she had said he was her selection
That was the start of a love so deep
At night as he held her he'd began to weep
From the blissed joy that would sweap
over him moving him to joyful tears
Tears that mealted away all his fears
Tears he hasn't cried in what felt like years
He rubbed his face with his hand
His face felt as if it was mummified in sand
No longer cable of certain emotions
It was posoined with sorrow's eternal potions
His thoughts were inturputed by a lonely cry
He knew it was coming from a baby, a baby he just wished would die
But no matter how much he'd try
He knew he couldnt tell the baby goodbye
his white hands were shaking as he thought back
To that night when he felt his heart crack
that night he had lost track of time
He didnt hear the ambulence's pericing chime
He didnt feel the long climb
And as he walked into the emergencies room, he felt like a victim in a crime
(a numbing sensation)
He cried great tears of persipitation
And as he stood there and watched her on the hospital bed
As he looked unto her eyes and understood what they clearly said
He felt so alone
lost
confused
devasted
alone
And his heart felt like a tiny stones
sinking in the seas of a thousand moans
The lonely cry once again brought him back to the present
He had to check on the baby even if it wasnt pleasant
The room was cheeckard blue and white
She had designed it just before that night
He was carryed to the crib on wooden feet
"Breath, Breath." he had to repeat
He knew the baby was a subsitute for her life
And as he pick up the baby he felt the familiar knife
Cuting through wounds that had never healed
Yet the baby started at him using his inoncence as a shield
This baby was why his wife had died
This is what destroyed his lovely bride
Stole his joy and pride
He used to tell himself lies
That this baby didnt have its mothers nose or eyes
But was a desperate attempt to get past the pain
That the child and her mother had the same name
Tracy
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