and the ex's words echo ever closer
all day, "Nicole you don't give enough."
you got your job that pays well
your high-end friends and your 200 dollar
lunch meetings, you got your affairs
late evenings, plans for leading a department
you got your smart plans for the future
in a data chart somewhere as if you think
in premonition, or think you are smart
enough to do things yourself
but theres always something that bites
like coming home after your kid get there
and eats dinner alone
words reminding you that you got words...
but you dont got gifts
