My reason for being is fragmented and broken
I sit alone in the evening
Alone in the morning
I look forward to seeing my son smile
Spending fleeting moments before I go to work
My heart and my mind are conflicted
I say one thing and do another
My whole being is backwards and I can't flip it back
I look forward to hearing about his day, his friends, his school
The mask almost slips as I hug him and say goodbye
I wish i could be there for him all the time
But my reason for being is fragmented and broken
©justdav1d
J