Saturday, November 12, 2011

Only the Loneliness

The table no longer gets set.
No knife.
No fork.
No napkin.

The water no longer gets filled.
No glasss.
No pitcher.
No ice.

I cook the dinner.
No deciding.
No help.
No support.

The table no longer gets cleared.
No washing.
No rinsing.
No drying.

Only the loneliness
Of doing it myself
With myself
For us.

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