Breakfast
By Carla.Jasmine
Sun, 24 Jun 2007
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The trailer door always makes me cringe when it opens late at night
It creaks with guilt, it screams with caution and slowly closes with a sigh
In the early morning, I make those eggs he likes, with bacon and waffles
He walks by with half opened eyes
My work is barely noticed and he stares down at his plate
Barely breathing because he held it while he ate
So quickly he wants to leave again, how fast he always says goodbye
Her eyes are always vacant now, when I explain he doesn’t know
Her tears are always quiet now, she loves him so
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