that she now feels she has no place
in. He is gone, her heart
is in a million pieces on the floor.
When her mother calls, she will tell a lie
and say he merely went on a business trip.
She will have to think of a good reason for a trip
so close to the time for their baby to come into the world,
and she does not like to lie
to her mother. He's put her in an awkward place
with no signs of his existence except muddy footprints on the floor
and bloody handprints on her heart.
She puts her hand on her belly to feel her baby's heart
and is careful not to trip
on the stair he always said he'd fix- the floor
is no place for a pregnant woman whose world
has just been shaken out of place
by a man always ready with a lie.
She groans as she tries to lie
down in a comfortable position, trying to get to the heart
of the matter as she furrows a little place
into her bed; the business trip
seems real as she feels his empty space in her world
and sees his slippers on the floor.
If life is a room and happiness is the ceiling, this is the floor
she thinks to herself, avoiding the thought of the lie
she tries not to remember. It is the three-word lie the world
tells to get every young girl's heart
ready and vulnerable to trip
into a trap of bitterness in happiness's place.
There is a stone in the place
of my heart, she whispers to the floor.
Pretty soon we'll take a trip
to the doctor, and I will tell him a lie.
I will say my husband did not break my heart
and all is right with the world.
You will soon have a place in the world
she tells her baby's beating heart and the floor.
And I will lie and say he's just on a trip.
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