All the wrong notes

The kids are singing downstairs and hitting all the wrong notes.

The only salvation I have is bathroom breaks.

Five seconds to break down and put myself back together

I don't want to miss what we never had

I can't

They are banging down the door and sticking their bingo dabber stained fingers underneath it.

I pretend to wash my hands and bury a sigh in its bubbling depth.

I glance to your worn out tooth brush, I should throw it out

You won't be back here again

But I can't yet

I'm not ready to tell the kids Daddy won't be coming home

I'm not ready for the song to die out



Just one more encore

The End

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