Control

My cluelessness has reached its peak…

Yet what do I seek?

My anguish to stop?

My joyful malaise to go on?

My wife’s eyes to shine once again?

How do I stop the pain I caused?

Control? That I never had to lose?

Its November, what happened to August?

My wife in my lap, stroking my long hair, baby you need a haircut, she says…and…

You’ve let go and I couldn’t love you more…

Will I ever to be able to say I’m sorry enough?

That’s up to you she says, but I sure do like the way it sounds now that you’re not so tough. 😊

Control? Not when Love rules your heart.