You know the feeling you get

When you look to your left, and then to your right

And there is no one there?

Some call that feeling loneliness, others call it peace

I call it life.




I hear the motor running outside my window,

The birds chirping,

I can almost hear the sound of the sunrays hitting the pavement below.



Is the best and worst of times.


It is true that my sleep is not ended prematurely by the sound of a baby crying

Or the sound of my lover snoring

But I also do not hear the sound of a little voice singing twinkle, twinkle little star

Or smell the aroma of something sweet coming from the kitchen

Followed by hugs and kisses after dinner.




Instead, I hear a choir of birds outside my window,

And I woke up to no one today.

My list of things to do is clear.





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