A Week In Solitary

It’s Friday morning. She’s been
gone for a week; won’t be back
until Tuesday. He’s fed up with
the peanut buttered crackers,
the late night TV he never sees
except during his unrelenting
insomnia whenever she travels.

He leaves for work later than
usual, his morning routine
no longer synchronized
with hers: the morning shower
readily available, only half a pot
of coffee to be brewed.

after dinner, when he closes
his keyboard, there will be only
darkness; only a single light
anywhere in the empty house:
a small, dim bulb in the hallway
to help him find his way to bed.

There will be no sound,
no one there to sing to.


RDP Friday – WEEK

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