Shadows of the mess you made.
The nights she didnt come home i would sleep in the bed you once shared, hiding between the sheets. I twitch at every window creek. You had left sometime before, to that tiny apartment downtown with the cockroaches. And when you came to visit i wouldn't eat your breakfast. I couldn't stomach your tears.
What do you dream about father?
I wake from your nightmares.
You love her.
But you hit her.
And when she comes home i drown in the guilt of your goodbye.
