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