After Forever
Red lips taste sweeter
Than the chapped skin
Of the mother of your children.
Perfectly coiled curls
And low-cut silk nighties
Slip easily through your fingers
While your wife changes a diaper
And sings your oldest to sleep
The same way she has since Dad left.
He’s only six.
The baby’s two.
They’re old enough.
Old enough for their father
To leave them behind?
Stop trying to guilt-trip me!
I shouldn’t have to.
She still wears her ring,
Like some day you’ll change your mind
Or she’ll wake up from her nightmare.
Daddy’s not coming.
Daddy can’t make it.
Daddy’s busy.
It’s not your fault, baby.
Your wife cares for the family
You let fall to pieces
Like the marriage you swore
Until death did you part.
Not death.
Until her.
Don’t blame her for this.
After forever,
Your wife sends your children to school
And you watch them grow
Through your cell phone.
12/20/17
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