I can dial the phone
And not just to call you
But to fix the shit
No one wants to deal with

I can choke down
All the blame
After all these years of being at fault
It’s a given

I can scrape the food
From the “clean” dishes
Usually without being seen
And almost not resent it

I can find where we are
And get us unlost
Without relying on the GPS
Even though I suck at driving

I can take having everything
That wrong in our lives
That’s wrong with the world
That you wish wasn’t quite the way it is
Dumped on my shoulders
And I can find
That one quiet alone place
To break down and cry
Where no one will see
Where no one will know
But me
And in the end
I know no matter what
You will be right