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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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