The house is quiet,
Devoid of other.
I sit alone
At a stranger's table
When I eat my meals.
I watch tv alone
No-one to exclaim to.
I clean up my own messes,
And none other's.
It's peaceful,
And liberating.
I want more.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
House-sitting.
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