She left a candlelight on the window seal every night he was away,
Cold sheets, warm meal, a broken prayer and absent amen to find his way
Home, her silhouette like a broken Street lamp shadowed the window frame,
There in the pane, she caught her mother's reflection and everything she became.
"Take heed of that spry vernal flame,
Untaught of patience and quick to the name,
Love, daughter, is a tree with a shade so cool,
But underneath it would lie only a fool,
Demons of unlike hide up that fond foliage,
Prove your foot nimble at but one : marriage.
Oh ado that 'I do' and undo what I do every night,
Leave house! fly out, soar the winds like a cordless kite,
Gather other fake toys and joys but 'the wife'
Lest you learn that pain and misery are real life. "
She left a candlelight on the window seal every night he was away,
A spotlight, an act, a stage for the world to see the Tragedy of a Wife's play,
A dead audience; like a cut helpline took the ring, so she closed the curtain,
In real life, the house burns and the wife dies but the cause is uncertain.
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