She comes and goes from his life. 

Entering and exiting like unanswered prayers. 

He is kept at a distance. 

Somewhere on the back of the range. 

Like some ignored tea kettle. 

Months pass and she returns. 

All of sudden, it is time for tea. 

He rises to the occasion. 

Pretending as if there was never any neglect. 

He boils. 

Soon she will be quenched. 

Exiting through the kitchen door, 

he pretends there is hope to cling to. 

Just one of today's lies. 

He waits patiently for his turn on the back burner. 

Thanks for entering my world, 

-Nathan