In those days, and also after, she had a child, a smile She would look back She remembered the laughter It wasn’t hard, it wasn’t forced, but those calloused hands sing songs of remorse But that man, if you can call him that, packed his bags, walked out on them, and never looked back Now she is all, alone Her boy, his face, a reminder of the pain she felt that day, when everything was changed But that man, if you can call him that, kept his foot on the gas, took the turn too fast, and let the river consume him No father at home A pregnant mother and son An emotional wreck led to the father’s death She recognized the car from the newspaper she read Closure was never an option For the vows that she read, regret sinks its teeth in But that man, if you can call him that, paired with pain and neglect chose himself instead He drowned to death in his regret Let the dead bury themselves