Lone Ghost

'But Not This Late'

Those beers were excellent...
oh...she is in there..............
overwhelmed, tired, all alone
struggling with the baby...
she is such a gladiator...
I should have come home earlier...

Hey babe!
How are you doing?

How am I supposed to be doing
amidst this domestic chaos?
I don't have a life of my own anymore
and you don't even bother to help.

I was working

I work too!

Yeah! yeah! you do...but not this fucking late.

*Don't let your ego be bigger than your heart any moment at all,
tomorrow whom you love might be gone.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 9, 2017
Poem Edited: Friday, February 10, 2017

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