stay:  our kids, our life
go:  no fighting all the time
pros and cons:  even

cryptic painful words,
hiding hurt in poetry:
beautiful sadness

gated walls inside
we all falter with the truth.
buries us alive

find myself buried:
old wounds cover me like sand
and new wounds like stone.

words we say, cannot
flutter away; butterflies
mask the ugly moth

an empty homestead;
well lit or not, it's lonely.
children belong here.

powerful control:
confusing past with present
penetrating fear

abandonment scheme:
invisible attachment
breaking easily

mechanical pencil:
something else is now missing,
add it to the pile

kissing, uncovered,
remembering gentle love,
stirring excitement.