Raining in my Heart

I remember much later on. I must have been seven or eight months pregnant. My belly was huge with you by then, and I was walking down the road in the pouring rain, heading for the bus stop. Neil passed me in his car. I'm positive he saw me, but he waved, pipped his horn or stopped to offer me a lift. He just ignored me and drove by. He didn't want to know me at all. It makes me wonder if he feared that the baby I was carrying might have been his. He surely couldn't have forgotten that his Johnny came off inside me.