A crash,
A scream,
Then the deadly silence.
Then the emptiness.
*** **** ***
A fan on the ceiling.
It’s roaring sound.
A beautiful face,
Her lips moved...
*** *** ***
She was no more,
She had gone.
With my child,
My unborn seven-month-older child.
**** *** *** ***
Don’t cry,
But…
Don’t man, don’t.
Just look over.
There your son is watching you,
If you cry,
He will become sad,
Gotcha...?
*** *** ****
Which star is my son?
Which one is my lover?
Yeah, that one,
It shines, it shines….
Yeah…
*** *** ***
If you travel by a car,
Just confirm that,
Your lover is with you.
*** *** ***
Yes,
That star is
My unborn child.
Just one minute,
My son.
Let me throw the things,
Which I bought for you.
Just catch it,
My little one,
Just catch it.
**** *** *** ***

I happen to chat with her on- line. She was 19 year old. (She said so). She had lost her child. The car hit her when she was pregnant and he had been killed. After a while she began to cry. Without knowing my eyes were full of teares. ”Don’t cry. If you cry your son won’t like it,” I told her. Then I disconnected the connection. Because I had to cry. I had to cry for her, for her unborn child and I had to write something. And the result is these words…