The entirety of your life
has led you to this point..
.. where you stand, mourning the disposition of your wife.

There is no irony in your timbre
when you look me inthe eye to say,
"Don't worry about me, I have everything, remember?"

I try to imagine what it's like for you,
blind to the shine of your silver spoon.
Your resources filling the pages of your solution menu.

I can see you are hurt,
emotional validity was never in dispute..
But I am disappointed in what little effort you exert.

In trying to see the forest beyond the tree,
while so many can't find a twig,
and I sweep the ashes of the trees that once surrounded me.