and sometimes I think putting a bullet
through my head might be a bit better
than all this
all this regret.
who am I to blame? I am the father of children
I cannot even name. the runaway wife -
that's life summed up in beauty and shame.
can't even seem to grasp
one gasp
remembering to breathe
is a privilege.
if luck was finding a penny on the street
I'd be the empty can - used & abused
been there, done that
and all this regret
all this
might be a bit better than pulling the trigger
through the I do's and love you's
never said.