When We Lost Them

by Shaun Terry

Lonely Man

Floating in dopamine,
reveling in oxytocin,
swimming in the softness of your touch.

A brief moment of relief,
a rare, pure, pleasant instant,
freedom from our fears.

And it’ll never be this good again.
It was never this good before.

My eyes, salty and burning,
my face covered in oil;
I imagine the faces of our babies who will never be.