She Asks Too Much of Me

He anticipative eyes ask too much of me As she grabs the keys, but her eyes plead They beg me: For bona fide paychecks without the hours, Predetermined soul mates without the search, Air for the purpose of fossil fuel power, Unlimited money in her purse Not being the kid I once was My perception intrude further than her importuning eyes would allow Into a forshadow with her white knuckles on the steerling wheel Cascading hair with her head in a bow And her acrophobic legs Palpitating with the pain of leaving our unrectified relationship For the nth time in a row A relationship that meant more to my mother than Ambition True Love Technology Wealth My mother's anguish so tangible That I can almost understand what I witnessed in an empty parking lot With her wet cheeks in her hands Yet she asks too much of me To believe in next year's visit At every good-bye