(¸¸.♥➷♥•*¨)¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) FOR NO ONE The day is as long As I suffer it Hours that make fun of boredom Moments that tease. I’d write on a Calendar But there are no activities To remember, no secrets To forget. I’ve laid out today’s clothes: A favorite pair of jeans The pink turtle-neck I got One Christmas and swore I’d never wear but here it Is and I put it on, for no one. I play CD’s A few Beatles and Elton John No one to dance with Or share old times Only a wall that looks at Me funny, a dining room Set that laughs in my face. For lunch, I stick a cardboard TV dinner in the microwave There’s no one to cook a big Meal for so what’s the Difference? I’ll pretend it’s A steak and baked potato And be done with it. I take a walk by myself in The local Park. Dogs on a Leash know I’m alone and feel Sorry for me, even if their masters’ Don’t. They smell me and, Disinterested, move on. Back home there is no one To greet me but the same old Umbrella in the foyer and the TV turned low. I read and soak in another World where there’s so Many people I have to sneak Out for peace and quiet. Going to bed alone, I think, Is the worst. No one to hold. Silent emails. Dead telephone. I write Poetry for no one. I sleep, busy dreams Of parties, museums And family vacations I wake up exhausted. I brush my teeth Say good morning To no one. To my surprise, Silence answers back. I guess that means I’m not alone. © Copyright 2013 ♥Susan Joyner-Stumpf♫ (¸¸.♥➷♥•*¨)¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨)
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 20:43:54 +0000
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