A container of love pulling away now
Always moving away
It has been for thirty years now
The training of this shadow mine
Bridget touched her pregnant belly
She told me and something inside died
along with her marriage that resolve it will never be
I hoped to stay close
But forced away by the
discrimination of small minds
I called by leaving through the door
Embracing my freedom I traded well
Until the wealth ran dry
Broken crumbs of humble pie
Ground into a cog in the corporate machine
I didn’t mind, if
But I’ve only seen her twice since then
At that party she actually talked to me
only that lifted me because she was with him
With “yeah so what” she brushed away Rotorua
the music dissolved from
Transplants to Cold Play that night
The next morning brought doubts about what could have been
so I drifted back to sleep and dreamed of the sea
The last time I saw her was when she came
to work next to me
she said she needed extra cash
but never said what for
She thanked me when I gave her someone else’s chocolate
I thought here she is another chance, who knows?
It could be, I said “maybe” (that fateful word)
When she left she told me she was pregnant again