I had a baby.
I had an almost baby.
An almost life of diapers, bottles, little fingers and toes.
I almost chose that.
And the moment I started to fade away, when the drugs they'd pumped into me had almost set in completely,
I almost said,
And when I woke I could almost remember what it felt like to be whole. I could almost feel the empty space, the empty fingernail sized space left behind.
I miss you, almost baby.
I'm sorry, almost baby.
There is no almost about the love I feel for you.
Your almost mum.