Ruthless Observation of a Severed Connection

The truth is having its time As I sit and write the mindless wanderings of a weighted heart My boy drives farther and farther down a highway I will soon know of Glancing around a haunted apartment A balcony Mocking Two empty chairs Ghosts facing one another Sharing a breeze A kitchen cluttered Lazy pots resting on lazy pans The whites of eggs now hard against a dirty counter The batter of a cake half had falls down like laughter Into a bed fit for one but perfect for two A blanket Stained; with a welcoming passion A Frisbee that holds a person Red aluminum towers of cheer hide away daily life Left in the trash A pile of dirty memories Smiles kept hair full of fingers A gift given A stereo full of Gypsy Gods Mindless of a growing inside New secrets now kept