She's a Brick

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And I’m Headed Nowhere
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6 AM, day after Christmas
Search for the phone, fall into dark
The smell of cold
Our floor is freezing
The world is sleeping
And I am
Numb

We took Lamaze, made out a plan
Were no rehearsals for this part
Dial 9-1-1
Voice panic stricken
I am pleading
“Can you hurry?”
“Come!”

And we’re feeling more alone
Than we ever have before

I love my wife
I like our life
Can’t we leave things as they are?
We’ve stuck to the plan
Saved all our money
Fully financed our own car

Was I serious?
This how I see us?
Life’s better shared, we can’t live vain
I feel an empty
Eyes turning red
I’ve little care for material things we’ve gained

And you’re feeling more alone
Than you ever have before

And now I see
How unique
Twins can be so profound
Grainy pics, an ultrasound
Four hearts beating all as
One
Bonded family going forward

“Wait right here.” Curtains closing
I pace the halls
Pulling at my hair
Did I say the 3 words to allay her fears?
Can’t recall
I stand to fall
Taking this risk, I’m sure I told her
Nurses run
Yelled ER codes
A priest lays hands upon my shoulders

Now I’m feeling more alone
Than I ever have before

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