I wrote this on August 15, 1985, the day my common-law-husband's girlfriend gave birth to his baby boy (after telling me for eleven years that he didn't want kids, and I wasn't capable of taking care of myself, neverless a baby):

I seem to be looking at it all from the other side;
no emotions, yet consumed by them:
I've stepped from one plane to another;
stripped of commitments, my heart is drained.

I'm so full of "nothing" thoughts, and so empty of it all.
And baby makes three; no room for me there anymore;
I'll find another niche to explore . . .
when the numbness wans.