2:19 am
The only noise is coming from his boots
Meeting the laminate wood floors.
I should be sleeping, but I cant help but
Notice the frustration in his steps.
Another long night at work?
My mother's voice cracks as she pleads him
To come to bed.
Her footsteps are only a whisper as she walks
Back to their room, alone.

2:23 am
The sound of a beer bottle opening
Echoes in my mind.
It made me nervous how he found
More comfort in a drink
Than in her arms.

2:33 am
I remember how he said I take after my mother.
And it stings to think I could spend
My whole life with someone
Who could hardly stand me
And call it happiness.