It would be a blessing from the highest god,
To only think about what is for breakfast.

Afterwards, to call you and see what you’re up to;
Maybe you would even like to spend some time together?

Maybe we could have some lunch… something light like a salad.
Or we could have scrambled eggs, lightly salted with a touch of pepper, just for that kick.

Then when you leave, I can think about how to spend my afternoon.
Maybe I’ll read a book, an exciting novel that will make me feel something, anything.

That way, I won’t have to think about your bleeding spouse.
Or how you broke both of my legs, when you left my house.