The shirts aren’t always bright, 

faded and off white.

Is that the best that he can do?

A simple question , it’s rough to  

comprehend.

 

On her side of the bed. Thoughts

wriggle through the head.

Going to seek out some love. 

She likes to call it light , different

names don’t make actions right.

 

He’s never felt comfort in this land.

She’s lived here all the while.

 

 

A year has passed by and he’s too

angry to just cry .

She stepped out all over town , tore

his whole persona to the ground.

 

Do it he tells self. Don’t be a eunuch 

mom her shelf.

Napalmed her name.

Never be the same.  

Shame 

Collateral damage is his game: