We’re leaving our child in California.

It’s a relief boarding our return flight,
Backs turned from the hotel room,
the hospital ward,
this ruin of a holiday.

Yet as the skyline tilts and expands beyond our window, our hearts ache.

Goodbye, little one.
If only we could have said hello.

Jez Poyner lives in Manchester, UK. He writes on his phone at night, whilst his wife sleeps beside him.