Identity theft

“Hello, my old friend!”

I say, “It’s good to see you again.”

She looks with wide eyes

and her slack-jaw says surprise.

I draw closer,

and say, “It’s been forever.

When are you due?

I am so very happy for you!”

She shakes her head slowly

and I put my hand on her belly.

When it dawns on me,

last month my friend left the country.

Oops! What to do?

I say, “It was nice to see you.”

I turn my red face

and hightail it out of that place.

Next to her sat,

her friend and she whispers, “who’s that?”

“I have no clue,”

she says, “And no, I am not due!”

© 2013 ck’s days


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