Baby Talk

The words are out there now.
You told me you were with me because of the baby,
our baby.
We knew this of course,
but now you’ve actually said it;
silence now, but the words are released, liberated.
And we duck and dive around them as they hang between us,
suspended from the ceiling by fishing line
(hard to see but it’s there),
and they sway in the breeze.
As we walk past them they move,
like daggers awaiting the next argument,
ready to stab you in the back.
Watch out!