I Blame Myself

You don’t know this but the day you called from abroad to say you had met someone else and couldn’t talk to me anymore was the day I was going to tell you I had lost our baby a few weeks earlier. That last night we spent together when you made me feel like a hooker cos I had walk out of the hotel alone, was the night our child was conceived. I lost our baby and even though you didn’t know, I hate you for the conversation you didn’t give me a chance to have with you. I hate the fact that I blamed myself – that maybe I had done something wrong. I’m over you but I will never get over the big empty space inside me. You’ll never know how close you came to being a father and I can never tell you. I do wish you happiness and I hope no one ever hurts you as much as you hurt me that day…..