I wrote a poem on my other blog, my writer blog, and I’m going to share it on this blog.
I walked in circles tonight–
From room to room,
For what I am not sure.
A sound, any sound–
Familiar sounds of home,
Of you, of our children,
The touches of humanity
That reside in our home
Are gone when you are gone.
The heater ruffles the calm
Silence of the night, disturbing
My solitude, leaving me looking
From my desk, my writing–
I walk from room to room
To occupy my thoughts.
Morning has come, coffee
In hand, perched at my desk
While laundry spins in the washer,
And scenes spin in my head–
My coffee tastes better, the silence
Is calming, my character is alive and well–
You’ll be home this afternoon, I smile,
My solitude is now refreshing
As I wait for you to call. Have I
Become one of those people?
Those people who hate being alone?
No, I hiss. I’m…
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