We are in the dark phase of the womb again
but this time we’re keeping to ourselves.

No scans, no bloods,
or midwives puffing
at our know-it-all attitude.

Just you, me and our tidal nausea.

If you slip away
it’ll be in your own way
smoothed by a couple of codeine.

No hospital drama and a D&C.

I’ll not allow hope,
though you’ll tell me what you look like
and whisper names to me in the night.

I won’t drown you with tears this time
but thank you for blessing my belly
with your few shy weeks.