Five trucks
Two trailers
Five hours
Two clients
Five forgotten memories
Two missed birthdays

As i drift into a
disassociate state,
Your yells become
Almost a calming
Background noise
of my quiet
simple life

As I drift into
The silence of my mind
The darkness
Covers me like
A warm shelter
Finally able to shake the shiver
From your aggressive roars

As I drift
The anger starts to dim
And
The sad fishing begins
"I'm sorry I'm the worst"
"I'll be better"
"You know I'll never hurt you tho right"

As i drift
i start to sink
Into a hopeless void
That maybe
The bite wouldn't be as bad
As the bark

I lay my hand lower than a tummy ache
On the place of my heart ache,
Another month of wait
For my same old fate.

- not yet a mother

Awaken to reality in your favorite place,
Coffee is just luke to the taste.
You shake off your glasses,
Give your eyes a wipe.

Aware to reality the noise and the
You.
Studying me from the corner of the room,
Where your books lay abroad.

Attention to reality, your reality.
Don't start to stare.
Okay one more glance,
There...

If you miss me
Turn the car around
And
Come back home.

If you miss me
Or an ounce of hesitation
Come home to me

If you miss me
While we are apart
Come find home in me

As it is said,
As it shall be.