tenacity

I drag my feet around my apartment like I’m mourning

I hold my head in my hands like I don’t know what to do

Anyone would think you’ve died

the eulogy talk is how I think it through

and I’m already a bad mother

And I already think of you all the time

I’m aching for your future

I’m burning out all of mine

I twist my ring around my finger like it’s in orbit

I trace my nose, tug my hair, 

and with my face I catch the moon

anyone would’ve thought I looked crazy

trying to hold myself like I’m you

And you’re already a bad father

I’m already hoping you come through the door

I’m aching for your tenacity

To just give me a little more