home sweet home

it's a wonderful

thing
to come home to no one.

no angry face.
no

sick significant other.
no argument

or lies. no one pushing a button.
no doors

slammed.
no looks, or rolling
of eyes.

it's a beautiful thing to come
home

to no cat
or dog, no gold fish,

or parrot mimicking
your words.

no one needs to be walked.

no plants on the sill
that need attending to.

no water bucket to wet
the soil,
no spinning of the pot towards
sunlight.

sweet solitude, where have
you been

all my life?