We walked together,
and talked together,
she dreamed enough for me,
her innocence so sweet,
so young,
swallows the pebble.

We spoke again,
we joke again,
and we get serious,
she swallows yet again
a little pebble.

She dreams enough for me,
I begin to talk sweet,
I talk cold for me,
but warm for her,
I swallow a pebble.

Day after day,
she and I exchange pebbles
we treat each other
those dirty treats,
and now our bellies
are growing big.

We get a phonecall,
a rock, a gulp,
and I watch,
and my heart hurts.

Her stomach is as heavy
as my heart, but
my smile is light,
my touch is warm,
but that phonecall
last night
was so cold.

Baby, I'm so very sorry
for all those stones.
I'm so very sorry
for that gaping hole,
and that damned phone.