Terrified by the plane ride home to your mother’s house in Galveston
The furniture was covered all in white
Such a long, long flight, and you spoke no words

Glorified was the yard out front, all the wreaths from acquaintances
On the cards were the names you heard on the phone while your mind wandered far

And you know it didn’t mean a thing
She waited for your ring

Mystified by the kitchen’s wares
Cupboards full of all your favorite fruits
When you forced me to her bed undressed, her photo on the dresser glared at me

It was then, I noticed you were scared Scared you’d be there soon
Waiting for a ring, I never heard you sing again