Solitary

The lights are out—
       And it’s dark,
       And cold,
       And lonely.

The doors are locked—
       And it’s silent,
       And patient
       In waiting.

I looked from top to bottom and back—
       I know what this home lacked,
       Someone to light the lights at night,
       To open the doors until midnight.

I sighed and and took my keys and went in—
        The dust had, again, settled in.
         I climbed the stairs, heavy with sentiment,
         Back to my solitary confinement.

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