Birthday Dicorce

I stood there in my expensive blue dress
Hoping for my father to return without a mess
In that dark November
I could feel the ember

For him and for her
Something didn’t click till after
Our lives are not fit
The divorce just makes me want to spit

For on the balcony of that perfect day meant to be spent
In a birthday card my father told me of his department
My father was gone
And my mother would force me to move on