‘I’m pregnant...’
It’s how it started
Overjoyed
My firstborn
My love
‘Come with me, we’ll get married...raise our baby...’
She stopped me
Started to cry
Sobbing
Uncontrollable
‘You don’t want to marry me?’
‘The baby might not be yours...’
‘But I want it to be...I want your words on the baby’s walls...but I have to know first...for sure...will you raise the baby as yours?’
I nodded stupidly, spent the next 8
hours with her in her bed...my stuff still there, my mind taking inventory of what I could part with...
All with another man’s child growing in the belly next to me...
8am
She rolled over
I left
Smile on her face
Never saw her again
Years passed
She still worked at the same place
Her car in the parking lot
There by the speedometer
She still had a poem from me
For her to read
Everyday
‘We might be the only hearts in the world who’s hearts are in sync with each other...don’t ever stop beating dear heart...or mine will too...’