9 Months Later

we said goodbye, it broke his heart (i think).
an email in my maibox, congratulations it says.
yeah, no… you must be wrong.
he’s a dad now, they tell me.
what a difference 9 months make.
different countries, different lives, different responsibilities, different people, different worlds, different joys, different tears. same same but different.
my heart bleeds from a little wound, i have to convince myself to be happy for him
who now is a plural, i do.