Breaking news

When I told you

My news

You cried

Sitting on the bench

In the park

New pink shoes

You crumpled

And wept

That little glimmer

Of stability

Gone. Your home

Gone.

You didn't want to

Speak to her.

I understand.

You mourned

Our home,

Your new home

You said I could

Stay with you

And your Mum.

I am sorry

For the chaos

And promise

Something better.