left overs

i can't do leftovers.

no matter

how good the meal was.

how well

it's wrapped and put away

into the freezer,

or down

below.

it's gone.

it's done.

it won't be reheated,

or stirred,

or eaten.

there is no joy left

in it.

it's just the way it is.

when something is over,

it's over.

so stop

calling, and leave

me alone.