The time between

I see you.
Aching back and heavy belly.
Breasts rest on it, warm and ready,
Your joints slower, loose and bendy,
Folding tiny socks and wondering;
- Was that something then or nothing?
How will I know when it's the real thing? -
Your mind fast whirs towards the ending.
- Ending? No, it's just beginning. -

Ruth Pay, November 2019