Breath upon
The windows pane
Frosted glass
Leaves a stain
That slowly fades
Its moisture dried
Like burning tears
That once were cried.
The traffics noise
A mere drone
Barricaded moments
Without home
Left like helpless
Children lost
His thoughts calculate
The bitter cost.
For sale sign
Upon the lawn
Silence drops
A bitter coin
Into the slot
Of random life
No more children
Or a wife.