I was the wife stayed at home when you went out you left me with so much to think about replaying our movies every scene worried about you so much didn’t know who to believe when I was the wife you were making bread took care of our family you were restless when I was the wife I could imagine a place for us and a relationship we follow the drama dog earring the page waking up waiting for an episode to play I picked up the pen I never went back I became a writer you, the subject
Poetry and Songwriting from the Bronx