at work standing
I hear a voice.
I haven’t seen you in a while, I say.
yeah, he says.
vacation? I ask.
his eyes say no.
nothing bad I hope, I say, seeing that it was.
Then he tells me about his brother and sister-in-law
and how she was nine months and two weeks pregnant.
her water broke and they went to the hospital.
He tells me things I don’t want to hear
then says he has a picture of the baby girl.
I try to wave it away, I try not to look.
But I do.
She’s in her mother’s arms
and her daddy is kissing her forehead.
Tears form in my eyes as they do now.
She is perfection, and her parents
wanted nothing more than to take her home
to love as only a first child can be loved.
But she’s already home.