I guess you were never exempt from the statistic A couple bad nights and it allowed him to go ballistic On a woman he so loved, with a fallible tolerance I wonder if he only meant he wanted distance But if he absolutely must pack his bags and go Perhaps there was something I’d never noticed before To rely on a child for emotional needs Isn’t that what she’s for? No, because now he grieves To a son unaware and unqualified for such a topic I only wish he had been more sympathetic To a son so young and strong, he only wanted what was best But now I wonder if he’ll ever really get rest From the turbulence inside that became so grim But now I sit quietly and listen to his “but I still love him”