Melissa Silerio

If you will have me

As I look out my window I see the amber light of the setting sun giving light to the dying leaves that softly and almost majestically twirl their way down to their final resting place. My swollen belly moves like something out of a sci-fi movie, and thought it hurts a little, it makes me smile. Every breath I take, like a ghost, gets trapped on the glass like another piece of my soul that is now gone. I begin to think of these past few months.