the only one at home

tired of being alone.

night after night, she joins a club.
a meetup.

she goes on hikes, sees movies.
knits
and bikes.

she takes a singles cruise,
learns to dance.

she buys another book, loses
weight once more,

new shoes, a new dress, new
hair.

she's tired of being alone.
the grind of it.
the absence of love, of pillow
talk,

of intimacy and joy, of sharing.

she stares into her phone
in desperation, in fear. the world
is a hard place
to live in

when you're the only one at home.