Not Yet a Memory
by Abe Cevallos
A ghost came to me
I tried, but I could not scream
So I stood impatiently waiting
There were cracks inside her voice
She screamed a tearful noise
She said “I think I’m yours”
“Daddy”
It happened when I was fifteen
There were no drugs or drinking
But there was some love and some dreams
Trust me
It’s all coming back to me
And it’s still hard to believe
So I took her home with me
She would be turning just four
If the mom had not pressed abort
Now that part of me is divorced from hope
I never held her heart to mine
I could not make her teardrops shine
It’s just a phantasm to hold close
I’m sorry, baby
But it was not up to me
If it was you’d be here
You’d be here playing
Even though we’ve never met
Every day I can’t forget
That you will always be my friend
Darling.