The conception of our pregnant pause
was a fornication
a miscommunincation
The cells took form in our womb of flaws
In the lul of our conversation.

The foetus began to take its shape
our problem presented
neither relented
It didn't constitute a rape
'Cause both of us consented.

For a minute there were no words at all
none reported
or even retorted
Our silence, held in a child so small
Until suddenly "SORRY" it was aborted.