Three Weeks and Two Days.

It's been three weeks two days since you've left.

I'm sick and my throat is thick and heavy from crying for you.

I keep glancing at your side of the bed and wondering I will always be this depressed.

I wonder if this child growing round beneath my breast, knows you're gone too.

I'm messed up, I can't raise this child without you.

This baby is a gift but what am I to say to a child with a father who's dead?

Am I supposed to lie and say you're in heaven instead?

Should I say the truth?

"Baby, your father is dead. He was shot twice in the head."

I am lost and I need you.

It's been three weeks and two days since you've left.

Three weeks and two days since I've slept.

It's been three weeks and two days and you're not coming back.

Three weeks and two days and I still don't know how to react.