The ringing of the phone
A friday early eve
The ex is on the other end
His tale begins to weave.

"I want to see the kids,
I really, really do.
But another banking error
What I'm telling you is true.

"I just don't have the funds
I'm really sorry honey.
But your the one who told me
Reschedule if there's no money."

My heart begins to weep
My blood begins to boil.
Another lie he's told the kids.
Another day to spoil.

I hear her in the background.
I'd figured from the start
And his little Irish accent
Tugs at her broken heart.

They're perfect for each other.
A co-dependents friend.
He'll stay addicted to the pills...
She'll stay addicted to him.

I hang up with a feigned disgust
Then smile with sober cunning.
My kids will do just fine today.
I never told them he was coming.