I wish I were vindictive
Instead of disappointed
You were not heartless but
She should get over
Losing her body
Watching friends die
Jacked on more steroids than a homicidal football team
At six
And if your kids jeer
They are blameless
Really, you’ll talk to them, but really
It’s absurd
All kids do that
Then finally
Glancing at the clock
Too late
The truth
Like a slap in the face
An afterthought
My girl’s reaction, now there’s a problem!
OK, fuck you,
But finally
Relieved, hopeful
A breath of reality, a starting point
You had found your keys
And sped away