You Don't Get to Go

You don't recognize yourself, or the bottles on the bathroom shelf You search for words, and curse the hand you got dealt It was a poetic attempt, I wouldn't call it a try When you went down to the pond, no note, to slip cold through thin ice And you don't get to go out your own way You don't get to choose what you spare me Between you and the kids, I've been lifting, or cleaning Feeding and bending for over twenty years now We might be standing here looking at the end of our world But there's beauty in knowing the closure you owe to your girls And you don't get to go out your own way You don't get to choose what you spare me So, let go of how it gets worse, remember I signed up for the work We'll find drops of goodness, so many to make it worth it Holding on to each other in the quiet light Bird watching, sky watching, sunsets, and moon rise And you don't get to go out your own way You don't get to choose what you spare me I know you're afraid Of becoming your own ghost You're afraid, I know, but you don't get to go You're afraid, I know, but you don't get to go