Have you always had my breakfast
Ready at the crack of dawn
And watched me walk past
Eat…leave…with the briefest smile at our son?
Has that look always lingered in your eyes, of pain
As my footsteps died in the hallway
As I walked away from another argument, left you alone again
Just when your heart ached with things to say?
Have you always been this good with the children;
Filling the spaces I left with flowers
Masking the pain so you could be fun around them
Though you were alone in the night for many hours?
Have your eyes always brimmed with tears…?
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