natural
to recede
in later years, to become
more and more
reclusive.
no longer needing
or wanting
what the world
aggressively
gives.
the neon
is too loud, the music,
bland
and without
meaning.
why answer
the door, or pick up
the ringing phone.
you're apt to stay put
rather
than drive to eat
or drink,
to gather with friends.
it becomes lovely,
this singular space
you've carved
out,
embracing the quiet
of being
alone.
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