trumpet flowers

running to save time and the love of my life.
here lies the dead body of his wife.
she had brown hair and beautiful lips.
nothing explains a Tuesday like her
agenda and back door keys.
she is dead now, if you could believe.
don't worry though her children
are fast asleep on the floor in the next room.
life is strange as it is beautiful.
things we cannot change are right in front
of our faces while the children starve.
you don't know what you have until
it dies, so please be kind.