Everything in this room is movable
Except for the pit in my stomach
And I sit there wondering what if
If you hadn’t met her
Her with those blue eyes
And Blond hair
Long and flowing
Fair skin
Like milk and cream
Unworn by moles or liver spots
Time had yet to claim
And yet to claim me
So why her?
Why wasn’t I the right fit?
What made the difference?
And why tell me now
You had so long
But nothing until now
Right before my final exams
Grief stricken
But I must push the pencil
Must complete my schooling
Such a happy time
But for the news
Why her?
A question that rolled around in my head
Over and over
Talking on the telephone
Leaving you messages
Begging for a second chance
Begging but to no avail
I couldn’t make sense of it all
Then came your speech
About how ‘things change’
I had tried to cut you loose
So many times before
But you kept on and kept on
Even though she was in the picture
Never the wiser
Until you finally told me
She’s pregnant
Splash by Stacy Esch ©2013
Rachel Ieszenberg attended school at The New England Institute of Art and Eastern Nazarene College. She holds degrees in TV Broadcasting Psychology and studied Hebrew in Israel. She now lives and writes in Boston.
Stacy Esch lives and works in West Chester, Pennsylvania, teaching English at West Chester University. Digital art and photography are the twin passions that compete alongside her interest in writing, reading, songwriting, and gardening. She’s previously published work at Turkshead Review and wordriver literary review.
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