I watch through a sliding glass door
she sits in her wicker chair
in the yard
with clouds unrelenting
there's a chill pushed by a strong breeze
yet she reads
I had hoped against odds
to find her here
inside
a smile waiting before I leave
a kiss to linger in the hours apart

our lives
our love
slip silent into these empty moments
of realization
fade deeper and closer
to a time when I will stare
into an empty yard

It used to be you
Who'd initiate kisses.

But now it's just me,
Desperately trying
To regain your
Affection.

I destroy homes.
I tear families apart,
I’ll take your children and that is just the start.
If you need me I’m easily found
I’m all around you in every city and every town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor.
I live down the street, even next door.
My power is awesome, try me,
you'll see;
but if you do, you may never
break free.
Just try me once and I might let
you go.
But if you try me twice,
then i'll own your soul.

In the finer lines of my Mother's eyes
where backroads lead to secret tears
much is spoken when one explores
the map that etches those many years

expressed in smiles and subtle stares
when the world is harsh and cruel
calm washes through your tested soul
that stings of ridicule

in the finer lines of my Mother's eyes
life's riches are retained
and the wells that feed her loving child
through those eyes are sustained