The Unknown
Looking at couples walk down the street,
I begin to ask Why are they happier than me?
The way he looks at the other guy
I am truly unhappy, but it's unclear why
Nevertheless my wife approches my side
Sitting down she grabs my thigh
All I could think was Don't come near me
"I'm four months now" she murmurers softly
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