She Watered His Lawn Every Morning

I wrote this for my final project in English last year. This alludes to The Odyssey, so if you have read it, and can remember, keep that in mind. If not that\'s fine. It\'s supposed to \"stand on it\'s own\" as well. It\'s long, and it\'s written in \"Slam\" style, so some parts have a faster pace similar to a rap. You don\'t have to keep that in mind if it\'s confusing, just read, if you want.

She Watered His Lawn Every Morning

He expected it to be different
He had been tired
Too tired to fix things
But too restless not to listen to their songs
It started slowly
He used his job to escape
It started slowly, late nights, no weekends
Then became too often to call trips
But still he pretends
That everything is fine
As he sips a sea of wine
Looking for a sign
As she sits and pines
For a being so divine
Or at least he was to her.

And he couldn�t see it
He was bored
So she was ignored
And he moved on
To the fake nails
And fake breasts
Of young, lusty women
So plunk went his wedding ring
As it slipped into his jacket pocket
Thud went his cell phone as it hit the floor
Turned off
Raking up missed calls and worried messages
From a woman that loved his heart
Loved his heart the way these women loved his body

One was such a tease
Wore her hair in pigtails
And left him begging on his knees
Two was oh so was wild
Always leaving him beguiled
Left him less than feeling big
As she cried, �You�re such a pig!�
Then came three
She loved him so
Never wanting him to go
She had a golden glow
That no sane man would forego.
They were just a few
And he thought they made him happy
After all
Wasn�t it rolling sheets,
And treacherous streets,
And sinful treats,
That kept a man content?

He was wrong
He didn�t know why
Why he missed the things he�d never wanted
Why he tired so quickly
And never took the time to get to know her
He didn�t know why
Why she watered his lawn every morning
And why he would still see the neighbor�s lawn as greener
And why he wished he could take it all back
Because things are never simple as white and black

Now he realized
That every time he saw his son
He�d grown an inch taller
And that upset him
He wondered what it would be like
To not notice the changes
To hear the pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Of footsteps down the hall
As he walked through the door
And dropped his briefcase at his feet
Pulling the boy into an embrace so sweet
He wondered what it would be like
To know his favorite color
Favorite food
Favorite toy
Favorite bedtime story
And what it would be like to know hers

And as he slumped over the counter in an airport bar
He thought of how he�d left a deep black scar
And now he saw everything he loved from afar
And it all seemed so bizarre.
Because his ecstasy was nothing but a lie
Like he�d been blind in one eye
Or filled his ears with wax
Until he sat there
Staring into his glass of scotch
Reflecting
As his reflection stared back at him.
He looked up
Fingertips of rose laced his eyes
His flight number was called
He got up and floated to the gate
For soon it would be too late
And on his shoulders sat a burdensome weight
But still he walked straight
With shiny black shoes
That squeaked on the linoleum
Last call for boarding
He looked ahead, down the dark tunnel
Then back toward the automatic doors
Ahead to the life he lived
And back to the life he�d never given a change.
The boarding pass was handed to the attendant
And he walked down the long, dark tunnel.