She let you in
Breathlessly needing
Mouth to mouth
Not ready for more
Left a note and scurried off
"Big problem you are girl, I'm in Scotty,"
Dreams were crushed
A simple phone call to end all her hopes
Insecure for more to doubt her mind
hurt and crying for closure but blanked like writers' block and a poet
You were always friends, but not now
She said congratulations on the baby
A block to the path so none can contact
The looney with the ring was more insecure
Threatening phone calls at 4 am in the morning
You exposed the massage secrets and what else did you say
That a marriage was on the way and it was not
I know you'd never commit
The only reason is the baby
I just hope you man up and don't break your son's heart