“you should have told me earlier
at least then i’d’ve known”
i sat and thought about the facts
silent and alone.
the futility of worry dawned on me
and i became still inside
why resist? it creates more pain
i– just accept you lied.
the way you told me hit me bad
like a bullet from a gun
you’d never tried to meet my eye
since you found you had a son.
the more i thought of our kid in you
our helixes intertwined
the more i realised i had no control
over what you did with mine.
i sat and tried to be reasonable
but i left me feeling resigned