I am enamoured of a hope.
Madly in love with a someday thing,
an early dream.
I hear your voice in the morning gurgles of someone else’s child.
With great care, I build you in my mind;
His cheeks,
My skin,
His hands,
My eyes.
I bathe you, dress you, hold you in my empty arms.
I sing you private lullabies,
songs too tender to belong to anyone but you.
And God how I love you,
my baby yet-to-be.
Clutching your eventuality to my heart
I name you Soon.

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