Sometimes I have a dream
That you look into my soul
And see nothing but a hole;
Desperately I want to scream.
You look at me, lacking control
Because your baby disappeared;
It was the one thing I feared:
Realization of what they stole.
The black hole in me leered,
A gaping chasm in my heart;
Spreading, it’s poison from a dart
That cannot be revered.
Oh, dear, what a look on your face;
A shattered soul met without grace.