Tonight I Came Home

Tonight I came home to a rare empty house and melted into a porch chair outside with a glass of whiskey and ice I hooded my head to deflect the autumn wind while I sipped away and watched the evening sun lose it's grip on a charring sky that was becoming slowly spattered with stars and absent the sun the moon did appear hanging Like a stone Washed in the endless river of sky I sipped again at my drink feeling it's cold burn in my throat a simple happiness flooded my soul as a smiled curled it's way onto my face I realized then that I could not enjoy these solitary times so much if I was unable to miss the ones who were usually there to fill them