Wednesday, 17 February 2010

Tell me... When you're ready

A slight limp in your step.

May be an accident occurred without me knowing? I am sure you would have told me.

Gasping as we rushed for the tube, you smiled but, our interaction was slightly different to how it normally is.

Looking pale I questioned your health,

"im fine, just tired" was the response.

Nodding my head to empathise but I saw through your eyes.

You lied.

May be to shield my reaction? we are close already so why talk to me as if I am a stranger?
We hug.

I leave the train with the same question in mind from when I first noticed you and your limp.


*So..... tell me, How long have you been pregnant?*