Some men are no good at loving
Not loving as women yearn for it
But give them wood and hammer
And during long wintery nights
Banging and swearing in the basement
They will build you a chair
Once a man who had no word or touch
Built a chair for his new wife
Built it to last forever
But chairs, like love, get weathered over time
Now the chair braves each winter
Empty and inconsolable
Like the man no good at loving.
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