people in the ice box

they come, they go.

like seasons.
like leaves on trees.

like
food in the  fridge.

it's there one day, and
gone
the next.

people you think you can't
live without.

lovers. friends. wives
and what

not.

you hang onto them like
like all

the frozen food in
the freezer.

ice cold and covered
in frost.

and why?
beats me. you were doing

just fine before them,
and doing

better without. time to get

the butter

knife out and defrost

the hell out

of the ice box.