fabricated memories on chain store plastic shelves and snapshots of the "happy couple" tormenting me while i sleep are text book definitions on how to raise a boy tear.... me apart from both sides making.... me decide on how to raise your son these days like the rest you sat me down to rehash the past the fires you set inside knees bend hands fold my weakened grasp, is falling away the rock that breaks the glass it takes to bring me down the shards inside these hands in time the hours turn back the clock felt down a week ago today collecting dust with everything else i know so now you're out of time