Friday, September 9, 2016

Friday Night

I fix them dinner;
Then they leave quickly,
For activities
Away from home.

I am left alone, 
Dishes and laundry
Plus two chihuahuas
For Friday night.

Inertia sets in -
Why should I clean things
When there's no one here
For company?

I try to reach out
But cannot stretch past
The opening void
In front of me

Desire - to be heard,
To be found worthy,
To touch, a kind hand
Across the void

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