You Look Just Like Your Father
The doctors told me I should abort.
But my mom convinced me that this was for the best
I wanted a closed adoption.
They said that I’d never see you again.
I was okay with that.
It made things easier.
You have to know,
I never wanted any of this,
I never thought I’d be one to abandon my only child
Please believe me,
I am not a monster.
But he was.
Your eyes are the same.
Dark and hard…
but sort of empty too.
is soft and gentle – like his.
A practiced liar’s smile.
they look just like the ones he wrapped around my mouth and neck,
long and thin, but surprisingly strong.
Your voice —
Identical to the one that whispered
“no one will believe you”
into my ear that night.
You even kind of smell like him.
I don’t know what you expected to get out of this:
I can’t give you any of those things.
I will tell you this:
I could have spared you this moment,
and not doing so, is my biggest regret.
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JM (or Josh, whichever you prefer) Romig likes to write and perform poetry, and is also very bad at writing introductions for himself.
Find him somewhere in northeast Ohio or at https://www.facebook.com/thecatalystpoet.