I can’t look into her eyes for shame
Although she cannot see my pain
My beautiful wife sitting there
Can’t help herself, she can only stare
Playing with our sons car in her hand
He used to play with it, in the sand
She used to laugh, I remember how
That has all changed, this is now!
“Dear I am in pain, behind my eyes”
I bow to look, I don’t know why?
“When can I see a doctor?” she pleads
“When we get some papers” I conceed
As I look out the curtain and ask myself why
Unresponsive as I stare at the sky
Sometimes I am glad that she cannot see
But what does that say about selfish old me
What would be her reaction? Would she still love?
Her pathetic husband, am I good enough?
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