I look at this thing,
this creature my best friend created.
And I realize that could have been mine,
if I had been her.
I want what they both have.
A sense of love,
someone of my own and my own little child.
It’s no so bad being “uncle”.
It means brother to the mother or the father. Nice feeling.
I know it would never have been that way, necessarily,
if he had been my boyfriend,
There would be no child. Just the two of us,
and would we have been able to stand each other?
Would we love as sweetly and deeply? Probably not.
Still, I have to remind myself from time to time.
Tell myself that’s not my family.
Close as, maybe.
As the family I dreamed I came from.
Isn’t love funny?
Created: Jan 22, 2010Document Media