Found out you have a daughter now
I was cruelly glad it’s not a son
Knew who you wanted as a firstborn
The moment I knew I wasn’t the one
Is it strictly history I wonder
If I imagined most on my part
Do your memories ever linger a little?
Do I even cross your half heart?
To each their own customized ending
Dodged bullets are never mourned
Maybe just that I never said “me too”
But would you? If you weren’t the one?
Response to Scrittura Poetry Prompt by J.D. Harms