A man packs his bags, opens the door that was once his and leaves.
Behind him, his daughters and her broken wife.
This was the end of a long war of broken hearts and thieves.
The man went to a new woman, who was once his nightlife.

She wants her children to be safe, but vengeance grew in her heart.
He, the leaver, wants to be forgiven, but pride is much stronger than his desires.
First the papers, then the unpaid bills and child support, everything is falling apart.
Refusing to share the blame, all his lies backfire.

He can no longer see his daughters, he no longer knows how to love, bad choices escalating.
The daughters leave him, the mother marries a good guy, he marries the witch of the night.
He is texting and calling no replies from his blood, he can no longer feel, he is just deteriorating.
God, he is falling, “Raul, you all right?”

Raul? He wonders, why didn’t she call me dad.
“I just wanted to tell you, that mom said that you have to stop treating me like a messenger.”
He looks perplexed at her daughter, when did she grow? Who is the lad?
“Let’s go, dad,” She says to the lad next to her. They hop on the plane leaving Ecuador, with no sadness or pity to him whatsoever.


Leaving the man behind as he left them once, with his mouth that once said the word the ruined his life.