New Leaves This Color

Dissonance

In once-wed

Half open 

Beds

And touching

And craning and

Cooing 

Over bastard

Kids

And 

Feeling fatherless. 

Snake the pain in the drain
And all your hair fell out your head.

Flood her streets 

Canals and
Crevices
With texts;

Chained begging for forgiveness,

But

It's all venom now. 

You're scrolling through pictures

Of loved in sheets, 

You call it health

But it's apathy.

So nurse your mother's milk.

Lie on your back and take it that way.

This is your grey legacy.

You fade off

Into the fray

To mourn a life

You took for granted.

It's his now.