the way I look, though –

by first wive, barbara, who left me for another, ( an others )

though, my children do not see or listen, to –

even themselves, 4

children,

-a son who died, died driving himself to death , 22

-a daughter who asks, and is closed by her, my trope, to another, and is no longer, a self

-a daughter who never asks, just judges all,

but her own

in sounds of quiet,

and a third daughter who is

– cordelia

yet, I have a heart shaped face, heart shaped loves, and

a water like heart

I love how I look