I look across to you and think,
Of all I should like to say.

How much aching has come from knowing
You’re part of her ‘nothing to live for.’
In your hands is her son she did tell,
All the secrets best kept behind lips.
In your arms is the boy who hid keys,
To save Gums from the pain of her wreckage.
In your eyes is the look that feigns hope,
Just to keep him from living in real.
In the room there’s the man in the suit,
Breathes in deep and darts out the door.
To chase her on trains and carriages,
To love her, to watch run away.
And yell back the ways that you wronged,
Her sweet-kissing rises and falls.
In your city is proof that it’s bread,
Not blood that does impact a soul.
In your mind you know that her too,
Is hurting ‘til stars meet their end.

I look over to you and say nothing,
For it’s what you already do know.