The funeral was small but comforting
My tears could've watered all of the Sahara
Hannah clung to my arm and wept bitterly for her lost child
That night we clung to each other tightly willing for our child to come back into our life
"Let's try again Chris, let's try again please, please," she begs kissing me with her tear stained lips
I try for the next couple of nights
I try for her
I try for my sanity
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