As my son sleeps...

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We love but once,

till eternity

pries us apart.

My heart aches

to think —

I will hold him

only while I last.

Perhaps

eternal separation

is what makes this bond

so deep,

perhaps

the body’s fragile existence

is what makes sorrow

steep.

If eternity were gifted to me,

would I love

so fiercely?

If immortality were mine,

would sorrow

cut

So clean?

Is it better to have loved

and lost?

Is it better to have lived

and suffered?

I will never know

for certain —

for this fear

makes me weak.

It fills my heart

with longing,

as I watch

my son

sleep.