But street lights outshine the stars up there.
And who knew Venus has phases
Just like the moon?
The boy asleep on the backseat,
I close the car door quietly.
We’re coming home without you.
The work week
And trash night,
I think about all the fights
We’ve ever had-
“Who’s in charge here, me or you?”
But for once we just might agree
It’s not your or me.
Not when we’re coming home without you.
What a mess we must look like
From the outside.
You show up larger than life
And me, always trying to hide.
But I could bring you to your knees
And you wouldn’t resist,
Or so I’d like to believe.
That’s when it feels dangerous.
Makes me think I should leave.
But I’m never sure when to run.
And tonight there’s no one here to run from.
A clear night
But street lights outshine the stars up there.
And who knew Venus has phases
Just like the moon?
We do
Because we’ve been through
So many phases
Still I never thought I’d be
Coming home without you
~Paula Sutor, 2005
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