Keeping The Faith

Come back, trace a finger

through the dust,

the mantle was clean,

but a week ago.

Kitchen standards,

have slipped again,

the chicken wasn't stripped,

for the gristle puzzle

and the juices flow.

You and I,

and thirty years,

we set the double standard,

you guys, this, and that

you don't understand

we never did it like that.

Double life fading

from both ends inward,

slow tv vanishing trick

before your very eyes,

never truly homesick,

just unsure why we left.