Lennon

You said to me the other day,
Did you know, Tom,
that the gym you go to
is right across the street
from where John Lennon was shot dead?

I said,
No, I didn't.
But, that's so interesting.

There were riots,
back in the day,
You said, blowing into
a soft white tissue.

A tear,
Shaped like a grape,
Dripped out of your eye,
And fell onto your breast.

But your clean cotton shirt
crunchy from starch
licked it dry. 

You fidgeted with a jar
of amber nail polish.

I noticed on your study table
Three pregnancy test strips  
Pink lines missing
in the Test area.

I asked,
Is everything okay, Sherry?

You said,
Miscarried, again.
It's not meant to be, I don't think.