This evening I’m
watching and writing,
I pull my stool
to the window sighing,
A cigarette
stick between my lips and candle lighting,
Thoughts of romance in my mind fighting.
A young couple
pass holding tight,
With a smile I
enlarge the curtains of my sight,
I can’t miss
this even for a dark night,
With every
darkness drop I open them wide.
They walk more
slowly and finally stop,
This is a
perfect spot,
The man talks as
he touches the ladies face,
Confused as if
he is trying to wipe away her daze.
Suddenly drops
of tear flow from her eyes,
Followed by deep
gasps of breath,
Hugged closely I
could see his chest rub her breast,
Air tight they
were closely pressed.
This was no
night like others,
I’m used to pure
romance, flowers, kisses, poetry in motion,
I put my pen
down,
I decided
this time imma be part of the scene.
Walked out of
the comfort of my house,
Walked towards
the couple,
Threw my
cigarette stick down,
Blew out the
smoke to the skies.
Asked the lady
if everything was fine,
This would maybe
kill the curiosity of mine,
Her eyes were
bulgy,
Cried like she
was in a room full of smoke and fuggy.
She said with a
calm voice,
I had lost my
first pregnancy,
The doctors said
I’d never conceive,
After receiving
my tests today,
We agreed to
read them far away from home, here.
I’m pregnant and
this is where we made this kid,
No comments:
Post a Comment