Carly

When he talks seaports, when you see dark rooms, understand what’s bought, coming home he says, please unlace my boots, give me time to pray, smile in a mirror’s comfort, wait for the dismal hoot, try standing in support, bridge the scrubby terrain, forget his bad cahoots, light candles in his name, bless his lonely consorts, who suffer him like you, shush all tawdry remorse, don’t walk away, always find the solace, burn this time in flame, life is your oasis.