Unlearn to go back

Yesterday, at an ungodly hour

The short man’s daughter appeared at the door

Carrying the gifts of her husband’s lovely touch again,

blue eyes and cracked self-esteem,
hair messed up and her life as well.

She came with his pieces sticking to her,
those hands that she seemed to have enjoyed

even if  they were fists, fists, fists.

My grandmother held her,

Fed her Danish biscuits with seven cups of tea

And a few points

      1)   Don’t become an expert at applying concealer

      2)   Pick yourself up

      3)   Don’t make excuses, just leave

      4)   You could still be, what you want to be

      5)   That’s all there is to it

Today, she left.

She thought she is leaving,

But I know she isn’t going to go anywhere.