A few more strands

Your not worth the
wrinkles,
I see in the mirror 
everyday.
A few more strands
of hair with all
The hateful things 
you say are starting 
to turn grey.
Sometimes I just wanna
runaway hoping for
a miracle to bring 
you back to me,
someday.
I know nothing else 
I can do, or I can
say.
All I know is I can’t 
stand the way
things have 
changed…

~Deb