You ask me what I’m thinking

Its very quiet in here.
People would speak in hushed voices
If they know they were at a funeral.

You ask me what you can do

I’m all alone in here.
Mourning the life of a baby
Who will never be.

I found out today that I am a coffin

For an unborn baby
I already adored.
Funeral, party of one.

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