So, I talked to my house last night
‘Bout how all they’ve been feeling;
Since she left home, they’ve been a wreck
The whole place has been reeling
I asked the toaster if it missed
Its morning muffin mess;
I asked the shower if it craved
The soft smell of Caress
The bed sheets said they wished
That she had stayed them warm to keep;
The teapot said it missed the oolong
She’d put into steep
I counseled them each, one by one
Until I reached the last;
Two angels on a music box
I gave her in the past
They asked me why she had to go
“I’m sorry, Oh, I am —
She left because
She married someone
Who’s not worth
A damn.”
(“Counseling the Disconsolate” – 12-4-2014)
