co-parenting.

We laughed
as we soaked in
memories,
driving beneath
a red evening sky,

red as the blood that
poured from me as I
birthed our child,

red as the unspoken
tinging the edges
of our guffaws,

knocking on the door
like shadows at the edge
of light,
tentative.

We left it behind
with the last echoes
of our giggles
vibrating into the night.

Tomorrow,
the dawn will come,
as it always does.

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