I smell a home cooked meal
Which does not make any sense
Because all that exists here
Is bitter coffee
And undercooked rice.

I wish that you had wanted me
Before you knew I would exist,
That when you found out about me
You gave my mom a kiss,

That you held me in your arms
The same day that I was born,
That you helped me take my first steps
Along your bathroom floor,

That you watched me blow dry my hair
Before my very first date,
That you sat me down one day
And encouraged me to wait,

That you waited up for me
When you knew I would come home drunk,
That you whispered in my ear,
"I knew that guy was a punk,"

That you sent me off to college
And would not let me see you cry,
That you found out I got a bad grade
And disappointedly asked me why,

That you would let me take care of you
When you grow old and grey,
That you would fade toward death
But convince me it was better that way,

That you thought you should act as
A parent and a friend,
That you were man enough to be
A man on whom I could depend.

Sip a little more
And let your eyes glaze
Until they roll back into your head

Where they can't see
What you have going for you
But the comfort of darkness instead.

I promised
I would return with
Money for you, sir.

So why, then,
Did I take
A longer way home?

I wish I believed
Sheer loneliness
Was a sham

Created by
Screenwriters
To play with

Our emotions
As we await
A romantic reunion

But I don't
Because
I know

A woman
Who is utterly
Alone.

I would do anything to kiss you
Goodnight just one last time
So I could stop believing
I may never again.

I wonder if you feel the same
You bleak and lonely man...
Do you even think about your daughters
Every now and then?

Never stop
Spilling crumbs
All over yourself
When you eat.

I find it lovely
Even though
I complain
Every time.