• It started and ended that night.
    To those in their homes,
    We must have been a sight.

    I knew you were drunk from your breath.
    Just a woman shouting in the dead of night,
    Yet the air was quiet and still, like death.

    I know I changed after that,
    And my sister cried after that.
    She told me she just wanted her cat.

    And I held her hand just a little too late.
    The experience injured her,
    And it was my mistake.

    Overwhelmed by sadness and guilt,
    I ran from myself,
    And from a relationship never to be rebuilt.

    And I had tried to smother
    All that i could feel and remember.
    And you call yourself a mother.