.It's Nothing.

I feel you squirming in my belly,

A silly urban smile fluttering like breath.

Then I realise that it's just the flush of wine

Sinking deep inside me.

My mouth is agape, unfulfillable hopes

Floating; forgotten before they are remembered.

Sometimes I feel you in me still,

As if you didn't fall out like a silent dream.

You were nothing before you were something

And now I'm making something out of nothing...

Though I suppose that's the way you began.