I guess I still don’t understand
why they praised you
You left
You said you were doing the right thing
Swing the mallet
high five your team
Congrats, you weren’t there for dinner
Touch points in the day
that’s really all I wanted
instead you did the thing you said men shouldn’t do
You were no different in the name of not being vain – a woman convinced
Cat in the cradle
Ramen in my bowl
Your own intelligence intoxicating
it tricked your ego
into believing you were special –
you gulped down clear 100 proof accolades
Fight for her, for them and for we
Come home exhausted
your deadpan face never held a genuine smile for me
I am your child
I guess you were striking out on a new journey
one the world endorsed
I cried myself to sleep counting the posies on your expensive wallpaper
I needed you
I was told the definition of hell
is to be shown your whole life at the moment of your death
Do you wish a do over?
No one remembers those stacks of papers
the nuances of each case
Your head tilted back as you flash pearls over lace
The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world
You had only one chance to make a difference
Me