Shattered Sundays

Cold dinners, empty chairs, echoes in the walls

Family portraits now a gallery of lost calls

Crayon marks on the fridge, now a monument

To days I held ‘em close, now it’s all past tense

Papers on the table, split custody scars

Fighting for weekends, measuring love in hours

Half a life, half a heart, broken apart

Tried to hold it together, but it fell from the start

Losing my babies, losing my mind

Searching for answers I’ll never find

How do I tell ‘em, how do I explain

When all they know is Daddy soaked in rain?

Miss the bedtime stories, the giggles in the dark

Now I’m staring at the ceiling, every night’s stark

Two beds, two worlds, and I’m lost in between

Every hug they give her feels like a guillotine

Toys in the corner still whisper their names

I’m stuck playing solitaire in a two-player game

Used to be their hero, now just a visitor pass

The clock ticks louder when you’re watching it pass

I see their eyes in my dreams, they haunt my soul

Every tear that falls feels like losing control

How’d it come to this? A house torn apart

A puzzle with no edges, a map with no chart