It's like I've always known you
But how could that be?
I've seen you for minutes,
not hours.
I know nothing about you
Yet you're a part of me
The memories of our symbiosis
Run down my legs and
puddle on the floor
Taking short, painful steps toward the pine colored door
Your fingers and thumbs
Toes and sweet nose
Instinct to encapsulate you
Cover you
Capture you
Protect you
Be next to you
But you're hurting
because of me
It's my fault you're
crying so quietly
Instead of screaming triumphantly
I failed you preemptively
Good mother, how could I be?
So upstairs you lay without me.
