Maybe Baby

Surrounded by what-ifs
and might-have-beens
The occasional, unnerving
imagined scenes
and all I know is that we
share it
the beauty & the pain
those hidden remains
the secret, stolen stains
of our maybe baby
and I wonder if
he would have had
eyes like yours
So blue like waves
upon heaven's shores
Images of stolen moments
never to arise
and the fear that I'll never look upon
a child of mine
with your eyes
little-known fears which take me by surprise
All I know is some days
it haunts me
little what-ifs that
come unannounced to taunt me
little eyes gazing at me from a distance
penetrating the walls of my resistance
to think about the un-existence
the negative space
between our hearts which contains
the remains
of our
Maybe Baby

ily, 2002