– 1999
Yes I am pregnant again.
Don’t talk to me like that.
I used to look forward to your yearly birthday phone calls.
I have always told you that I am proud of you. Whatever you do will be significant.
Bittersweet memories of you and me.
I watch you as I wonder if you ever think about me.
Was it all in my imagination or did we have something great?
Can we pick up where we left off?
The words never leave my mouth.
This September, no phone call.
I guess it is over.
Until the next time…
trevajeanice 