sort of sadness

i kiss you with a sort of sadness in my eyes
we are both broken, picking up the pieces
you, a lover
me, a father
together we are happy but that sadness remains
when she comes up in conversation my fury burns or my guilt consumes
when he comes up in conversation you sit back and listen, you try your best, i know
i kiss you with a sort of sadness in my eyes
because our pain is still carried with us
and first right now, the only relief from it all
is each other