Is it your first?

Is it your first?

Aw… is it your first?

The questions only increase

As the bump increases

She smiles and nods

The easier answer – for them

For her – sometimes

Other times she wants to tell her story

But her story’s too long

Too long for pleasantries

With vacant acquaintances

Some days she wants to scream

“Stop getting me to casually deny

the other times I’ve held life inside”

Because it’s not the first

Between you and me

But the story is hers and hers alone

And the question is innocent

They couldn’t have known

So she smiles

“Yes, this is my first”

And crosses her toes

For her precious secrets

The secret lost souls

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