A Fresh Glass of Nothing

She became masterful at mending seams
Tearful, clutching, gasping underneath
He sits down very silently
And pours himself a fresh glass of nothing
Every day she’s mending more seams
Dresses pile upon the others waiting
He sits down very silently
And pours himself a fresh glass of nothing
What was once is by and gone
Scraps linger untold
Time may mend them on their own
Her life is hers alone
He sits down very silently
And pours himself a fresh glass of nothing