if I could cry

If I could cry

When I met Anne Margrete
I knew what love was
She moved into my little flat
Every day was wonderful
life had a meaning
She became pregnant
I warmed to the idea of
becoming a father
She was less pleased
something about
emancipation
She had an abortion 
After that, nothing was the same
the unborn had come between us
Long silences, she moved out
Sometimes I met her in the town
always with a new boyfriend
In her eyes, I read a question
WHY?
I didn't see her for some times
someone told me she was ill
and had moved to her father's
farm
She died there
If only I could cry