The Flood

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, he 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