Space

Written in the midst of a marital crisis

Space, you want space

you have given up the race - our love

you question

you doubt

you asked me to get out

I cannot leave

its not right

try as hard

as you might

ask again

I wont play

keep this up

you wont see the day

of reconiciliation

go ahead

play your card

find your clothes

in the yard

kids are crying

I cant explain

why their mom

has freaked again

but I'll try

as hard as I can

to be so strong

to be a man.