Curtains
They close at the end of the day.
With a whooshing sound.
From inside the house.
Still awake at night.
The curtains closed.
I closed them all alone.
After therapy,
I am in the house alone.
That, I am.
My therapist told me to.
With curtains that move slightly, because of a ghost.
Uncomfortable in my bed.
Hair is wet from the shower that took a long time.
After therapy,
Hours go by.
The curtains close.
As if by themselves.
It’s just me. It’s just me.
They close at the end of the day.
Next week, I have therapy again.
Until then, I will close the curtain every night.
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