So all visiting rights are stripped from me
Your justice has cut out
My soul my heart so I’ll never see my little baby again
As one wishes
I know we never reached the heights
I know we watched ourselves slowly sinking
Impossible to stroke again my little man’s hair
To kiss his tummy, plump and smooth as an apple
I know that you couldn’t stand my hands on your body anymore
I know that you weren’t far from wishing me dead
Impossible to keep his scent on me
Like a precious treasure
And I search everywhere for my baby, for his scent
Perhaps I’m already dead
I know you have silently hated me all these years
I know you despised me you cursed me
I disgusted you I know it I know it
So ready yourself to receive all these gifts by recorded mail
One by one the parts of my body
A leg and then the other an arm et cetera
My best friend will take charge of finishing this task for me
When he comes of age my love will have but
To reassemble this puzzle
To finally know his real father