Loneliness

In the summer when the light extends, The heat grows stronger, loneliness lives. The house is dead, each fabric retains the scent Of a decade. Untouched, unable to shed the weight. Bed sheets lay cool across the mattress, clear, unstained. Bulbs In the lamps stand chilled and firm. Unheated Your skin hangs like an old coat. You stand by the window, watch as the crystals Shine within the glass. Lonely, separated Look beyond them, to the grass And street. You watch the families and children, Their radiant faces Shining in the red tint. You have no company but your own. Your escape has dwindled, the nights grow shorter, The days extend.