The lights are out—
And it’s dark,
The doors are locked—
And it’s silent,
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.