3 haiku on spending the week alone

Even the shifting shadow
of the tree
in the window
seems lonely.


An empty house
is nice—
theoretically,
but I can’t sleep alone.


I tip toe—
lug this body            on this carpet,
waiting for broken glass.


I’m ready for you to come home.

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