The Hunted

I am sorry Ethan Kline,
Sometimes I find myself avoiding
The sleeping in my own room
Sometimes avoiding sleeping all together
As if it will help me,
Help me to stave off the truth.

Yet nights and days, like today,
The truth follows me
Like a bold hunter
With a near-starving family to feed.

Whether awake or asleep
I can not deny what I know.
As much as I try.
But momma’s gonna try anyways
As the tears sting my eyes
Raw the skin around them, again.

May your visits ease all of our hearts
As I know you visit more than just me.

I will come home, as you asked this week
But not just yet Lovie.
More toiling to do,
But thanks for the invite.

I love you.