A Woman Cannot Always Leave
If a man is hurt by love
he just up and leaves -
becomes a recluse
Finds a shack somewhere
by a pond in the woods
But a woman cannot always leave
she has her family
her pride of porcelain
She tends the stove for them
cooks over the heat
her thoughts directed inward
From December to December she tends them
A recluse in her heart
Come December
when a pond somewhere
is covered in ice
an old man remembers
he laments his days
as a recluse with just a stove for heat
the memory of her never leaves him
a memory as icy-cool
as her porcelain
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