after Our abortion

I feel a slight shift in the air particles,
Tightening and jostling around our existence,
They know the unquakable truth
Of this seemingly small persistence.

I know truly the ramifications of actions,
How we obliterated, the purest essence of us.
I am painfully aware- of all the possibilities we cut short,
With that prayer for the procession of blood.

Feebly I miss the whispers of a concept not yet truly known
Though amiably you hold me up eternally
Still, the hollowness evades your touch,
Slinking back to the edges, denial is wasted
Yet words somehow, cannot say enough.