Empty Apartment
I turn into my driveway,
sit quietly for a moment, half expecting
the door to open with your
smiling welcome.
Stopping at the mailbox first,
I find it almost empty,
nothing but some ads of no interest to me.
I pick up the daily paper,
damp from the rain,
glance at the headlines.
Boring. I drop it on the hall table.
My raincoat goes into the coat closet,
which looks twice as big without
your heavy coat taking up space and
snuggling next to mine.
This place once so warm and cozy
seems suddenly aloof,
treating me like a stranger.
No cheery fire, no food aroma greets me.
Checking the refrigerator, I remember.
I intended to stop at the store.
Opening a box of cereal,
I pour milk from an almost empty container,
settle down in front of the TV
and reach for the remote.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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