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