Now it was
His turn to sit at the table
Waiting
Nervous
He knew the outcome of such
Rendezvous
Was it worth it
She arrived
And he refused to look at her
Pulling out her chair
As she sat down saying
“You’re early.”
“Well,
You know me;
Always at my best
After 5:30.”
They proceeded with
Light conversation
Flirty
Flirting
She was complimenting
His shirt when
Dessert came
While they finished up
It was more of the same
And he lost track
Of the reason they were meeting
Envisioning a future
Where they were together
Better
Even if it was never the same
His revere
Was interrupted with a question
“What do you think
Would be a good name
For a boy?”
The confusion
Must have been apparent
Because she added quickly
“I’m pregnant by the way.”
He was at a loss
Of words to say