Home alone

The fan drones on and on

Grumbling about the silence

The play list of my favourite songs

Rebels at being played too often

Pending chores keep me company

As I move from one lonely room to another


Outside these four walls

Is another world

Of people laughing

Talking, holding hands

Having fun

Even arguing


I stand at the window


From the fringes of life


Memories of other evenings

Filled with the laughter of life

Flit like ghosts mourning their own demise

Glimpses of today turning into unending tomorrows

Stretch like the darkness of the night all around me.


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