Thursday, 3 February 2011

Bad News

My phone rings, I answer not expecting anything.
We say our hello's and how are you's and your voice becomes slightly shaky.
I can tell immediately that something's up.
I ask you what's wrong, you become quiet.
I start to panic, my breathing shortens, I plead you to just tell me, but you remain silent.
I am almost in tears, and you say it.
You deliver the bad news, and I break into tiny little pieces ....

1 comment:

  1. Hey babe.
    hope everything is okay.
    we are all here for you!