delicate lines of your crows feet
run deep through your skin
through the valleys
and the mountains
tracing up the family tree
and where have you been?

your eyes so sunken in
like the ships you left at sea
when you couldn't find the beacon
it had been there all along
tears have stained your frail face
they've been there too long
seeped into your blood system
they'll remain pumping through your heart

and if you looked into your heart
through all your tiny valves
i'd find bits and pieces missing
that you gave to your wife
every time you left

yet i still managed to find you
at the bottle of the bottle
you shrunk down enough to slip inside
and hide
but you didn't get too far
you're still here
running your circles into the dirt

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