Sunday Kiss

Sunday Kiss
You’re the face of failure
An old cloth of wishes
Blotches of regret
Yellowed from your choices

Your youngling suckling on firm breasts
‘’Another drop, another dollar saved’’, you say
Bless you heart
You thought this wouldn’t be your life

Your callused hands ache again
A summer job, now your paying gig
‘’But I’m home’’, you’ll say and
You’ll blow every passing plane a Sunday kiss

Bless your heart
You’re the face of failure
Eagerly indifferent