I took your picture and cut it up today.
With shaking fingers, I traced a circle
Around you in black, and cut you out
Just like fate cut you from my body.

Little love. Little rosebud. Jelly bean.
I kissed the only piece of you I have,
To hold, to love, to miss, to mourn.
My tears streaked the paper as I did.

"I'm due in December" she'd said to me.
How could she know the hurt she caused?...