and busted hearts
sometimes I wish you never came back.
from the trips
that inevitable rip in the distance
between you and your children
didn’t you ever think that we missed you.
As you traveled all year round,
from one family to the next
never showing allegiance
to where it should’ve mattered.
playing hide and seek,
it only made you look weak
as our mother cried herself to sleep
dreaming of ghosts,
and vows that only she remembered.
She’s been hurting
for a long while now
like this old house
with stripping paint
and a slouching gait
empty of life and love.
It’s bitter now,
reflecting her feelings
making howling noises
and frightening shapes in the twilight,
yearning for the family that you destroyed.
I never understood
what was so important
that you had to miss my birthday every year;
for a man of so many words
you never had anything to say
As you remember all that you did for us
the sacrifices you made
and the pain that it took…
but from the where I sat
next to the window pane
of the old, tired depressed house,
that had seen too many heartbreaks
and had muffled too many tears,
all I saw,