When She Told Me

When she told me
She was pregnant
I think we were both fifteen

I recall the
Silence hanging —
Then, days on the trampoline

She and I had
Shared so recent,
Seemed a thousand years before

Her, my friend, so
Distant, lonely,
Past my reaching anymore

For the daddy’d
Fast absconded;
He was nowhere to be found

She, so lost and
So heartbroken,
Back on what was our playground

My sweet friend in
Her lost childhood
Overwhelmed and fearing of

Winter worlds of
Hate and judgment
Aimed at scared young girls
In love

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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