The Bus Shelter

We shared a pizza
Rain sluicing from the sky
Sloshing around us
Yet together we were dry

Plastic and metal
Forged a roof up above
We huddled beneath it
Young and in love

It was some weeks later
I wondered what to do
When I held up the stick
Showing not one line but two

As we travelled down the years
We still laughed at that day
We'd used the wrong thing for protection
And got in the family way