When the dream ends
Unfed maternal instinct

Its been so hard,
All these unmet desires,
When we always said,
That we wouldn’t be triers.
Months melt into one,
Each an attempt,
The strain gets worse,
As you look unkempt.
“If we keep doing this,
You know we will end,
When this is all over,
I can’t be your friend”.
Agree, one last time,
A final test I buy,
Please be successful,
This is our last try.
Hourglass turning,
Three minutes feels like days,
Tears fill my eyes,
“Not pregnant” it says.
