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.