That little pink plus sign permeates my every thought.
How could a little urine-soaked stick change my whole life?
It’s not like we planned this; God, surely this is not what we sought.
I’m not even with him anymore, let alone his loving wife.

Do I merely reach for the phone and give him a quick call?
I certainly can’t be expected to do something as simple as this,
Not after I told him how I could never see his face after all
(and yet, I can’t help but long for his sweet, adoring kiss).

I think it’s best to never speak to him, to see him, to hear his voice.
No matter how difficult this may be for me, he won’t be distraught,
Over the outcome of a urine-soaked stick that was not his choice.
It’s not like we planned this; God, surely this is not what we sought.

09/09/2008

Author's Note: Let me clarify that this is purely fictional (lest any ex-boyfriends or other friends happen to read this)

Posted on 09/09/2008
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