Peer through the cracked bedroom door, out streams
Peaches of light, that shape wispy shadows on the
Walls, brief reflections of the many desperate fights.
See the canopy of the television glowing on your
Children’s defeated faces; they’ve been baring
Deceitful promises of ever reaching better places.
Watch the smoke climb the wall, a lit cigarette
Dragged into your aging mouth, we notice
Now the little space left in this big, empty house.