Jane sends her hand and then pulled it awaynShe said, Here's the alternate proof that I love younTwo magic children that smile at your namenA body that pulls like a pack mule to meet younnTell me, dear Robert, what turns you to townnTurns you to empty your place at the table?nYou prefer faces, you don't owe a thingnYou prefer feeling you perform a favornnBy kissing my cheek after brushing your teethnBoots on your feet as you sleep through the morningnLoving your children the most as you leavenPacing your walk like a sacrifice burningnnI see your smoldering feet down the roadnWith smoke in the kitchen, my breath on the windowpanenShow me some victory that I can achievenA gentle communion reminds me of yesterdaynnDowntown at work, or wherever you gonDoes holiness grow with the distance created?nMy marriage was not to a martyr in flamesnAnd martyrs don't light up so loved ones will love themnnRobert stepped back and he buttoned his shirtnThe mirror revealed every stain he was hidingnJane cleared her throat, changed her posture and saidnI miss you so much that I feel like I'm dying