A step back in time in the middle of a desert
Looking to quench my thirst and found water
Should there be too little, I would not dare waste it
If too much, I will tip the vessel and leave the rest for later
You are indeed the best of the bunch, in the dim light
Your head shows a halo, your face all aglow
Is it just me or it it really you, or a ghost?
Trying hard not to drown in the shallow loneliness
The sound of your footsteps recede faintly slithering
How many hours ago on Skype or 'aeons of strife' ago?
The waiting period has moved to another 15 days
The baby kicks inside my womb, are you aborting soon?
Doris Cornago
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abortion-44/
