he left himself inside me.
a piece of him joined with a piece of me. the product of this union: a micro being capable of stopping the hearts of near adults.
what would become of it?
a unique combination of me and him.
him and me.
us.
what was i to do with it?
what was he to do with it?
what were we to do with it?
it belonged nowhere else but in my arms,
in his,
in ours.
my hands are full
his hands are full
our hands are full
there's no place for it.
my plate is empty
his plate is empty
our plates are empty
there's nothing to offer it.
the thought of us being joined by a third was a beautiful one when it was left in a distant future,
where my home is with him,
his with me.
but to have it join us so young was a shock.