Flash Fiction #68 – As If You Existed

Flash Fiction #68 – As If You Existed

Dear one,

I’m sorry.

Your father’s broken up with me

and there’s nothing I can do.

Can’t you see that I’m crying, too?

I knew it was over,

but I stayed for you.

I’m sorry,

I hoped to make you real

and not just this figment of my imagination.

Yes, I see you, darling.

So clearly,

every last birthmark.

I hear your wails for “mommy”

as the image of you fades.

You hold out your baby hands

for me to hold you.

Are you a dying daydream,

or will you go on existing on some other plane?

Either way I mourn, as if you existed.