eminently useful

what am I to you anyway
after all that has happened,
as your much wounded heart
moves unerringly beyond
the pale domain of this me

oh, certainly I have my uses still
although even I must admit
there is nothing compelling,
nothing at all attractive
in the domesticity I embody

and what woman would desire
such a man who tends
to the every necessary yet
utterly unexciting tasks,
the this and thats of a home?

wait, don’t sit there, please
I have yet to wipe down the table,
and perhaps we could talk more
after I finish the dishes since
I don’t want to interrupt you

what was I saying? just then?
oh, nothing much really
never anything of consequence
if truth be boldly told, but then
at least I am eminently useful

don’t you think?