The moment we met eyes,
You gave birth to our child.

You nurture with tears; by restless bosoms.
I return by the evening, noticing its thighs
Fat and growing.
I ran to some-thing significant in time,
To excuse myself from the crying.

When I sleep i recall
These three beds stole all my salary.
Since your ******* breakdowns that caused
this relations to shatter carelessly.
I should have escaped from this slammer.
With the child, or not.

You be space out by the window telling the child,
“He’ll be away for a while.”
And I’ll leave the window panes open,
For wind to pass through.
That oughta leave you something.

I'd wish for a medicine
But there's no more cure,
For a lovable child-full wifeless future.