Third Letter

 Dearest Coraline,
You spoke once of your regret,
I never forgot.

Cast out of your home,
You hid your swollen belly, 
And tried to survive.

Just a child then,
With no one to lend a hand.
I wish I was there.

Decisions were made,
Your mind and body suffered,
Documents were signed.

It was for the best,
neither of you would have lived,
But you kept hurting.

Late night tears were shed,
for a child you still loved.
They live now. You don't.

You were still broken
About the weight of your choice
When you and I met.

You felt unworthy,
But I admired your strength.
You were perfect, love.

Still, that hole remained.
A piece lost somewhere unknown.
A piece that persists.

You have left me. True.
But a scrap may still linger,
So I must find it.