A Night and Day Alone
Aren't I new?
After work I just went
straight home
there was nowhere else to go
that I cared to budget in.
I opened the balcony door wide
and turned off the AC
to get some fresh air.
Afternoon turned to evening turned to night.
I haven't moved from the couch, not even to eat
churning the problems in my mind
in all the solitude I wanted
Since It Happened.
Last night,
we talked of a new normal
and his plan of amends,
and my uncertainty crystalizing toward finality
no matter how much I want to
go back in time--
I brushed my teeth,
Took meds,
Drank water,
Pulled my favorite blanket back to the couch
And just slept there
lulled by southern night symphony.
After that,
The day uneventful
with waking to rest and finally
cook something simple,
comforting.
If only I could stay there,
and I did,
as long as I could,
but I should not be late.
I finally tire of the upstairs neighbors
constantly thumping and shaking my walls.
I'll venture outside to plans perhaps still on schedule.
I ask the world, chanting,
Arn't I new?
and so far, the answer is
an affirmative and
an apology.
