That cold day in march

I skated down del playa to meet you
We sat at dog shit park on a bench
Facing the ocean wind blowing
We exchanged formalities
The how are’s and the fake awnsers
People like us never divulge in words
The inner workings of our souls
What I couldn’t see, what I ignored
Would be the greatest regret of my life
You told me you were pregnant
And I reverted to that pathetic stance
Most men take by saying in words that
I would support you in any way you needed.
What a crock of shit I think now…to say Something as weak and non commital as that.
If I could go back in time to that day I would of held you in my arms as long as I could… and
I wouldn’t say a word.

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