Francie

Francie folded her winter clothes
And put them in a cedar box
She stacked her belongings
In a corner by the bed
She wanted everything left behind
To be in order
In the pocket of a torn jacket
Francie found a glass orb
Given to her by her father
Long since forgotten
She held it up to the light
And looked into the glass
"where have you been
I was too angry to say goodbye"
Francie returned the orb into the pocket
And placed the folded jacket at the top of the pile
She pulled aside the curtains
To let the candlelight cast shadows
On the snow outside