It was your date to go see the doctor,

as we saw how you can easily die and we had no hopes of you to come back,

So didn’t you.

When we arrived at the hospital,

You held our hands and promised that you will come back alive.

You broke that promise,

Because you didn’t come back.

You left our hearts heavy,

Our minds overthinking,

We watched you through the window while the doctors were surrounding you,

As they called “time of death 15:47.”

The other part of me also died that day.

As you died with MY BETTER HALF.

Let alone that little soul you were 2weeks carrying.

That soul died without even breathing outside your womb.

It died without being welcomed by a Baby shower nor Gender reveal party.

Guess the God’s will hurts.