my blind spot

the moments with him
are lasting longer

those soft, round moments
of just being
happy and warm
under the mountain
of a perfect baby

even looking ahead
to a future
with him in it.

but she is always there
in my rear view mirror
moving in and out of my blind spot

forever reminding me
there’s someone missing in the backseat.

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