the x wife calls
tells me the children miss me.
her voice
a mirror of broken glass
fragments falling into
the touch of sadness
from her fingers
the soft laughter
of her eyes like a candle
in the night
tonight
twilight comes to play
whispering in my night
quick as life
I hear the sadness
quick as life
I can hear the regret
I 've wounded you
I can only be
what I was
meant to be
I am the candle without the wick
excuse me, i tell her, i've got to go.