Loneliness, my friend.
Just walk right in, no need to knock.
I wasn't just eating, don't worry, you're not disturbing me.
Have a seat, that's okay, I'll go sit on the floor.
No problem, keep your shoes on, I wanted to do some cleaning tomorrow anyway.
Oh no, I'll watch the rerun, go ahead, change the channel.
I don't have much food left, but that's okay, help yourself.
I have to get up early tomorrow, but I guess three hours of sleep will have to do.
Someone else wanted to spend the night, but don't worry, I'll cancel.
The kingsize bed isn't big enough for three.
That's fine, put your feet up, make yourself at home.
No, I'm not going to drink that anymore, help yourself.
Why yes, I did lock the doors, but I'm glad you still found your way in.
I see you brought your suitcase, any idea how long you'll be staying?
Sure, indefinitely works for me, it's not like I had plans.
Oh, you like sleeping in the middle?
That's fine, I have an extra blanket and a balcony with a beautiful view.
Goodnight, it's always nice having you.
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Between summer days and thunderstorms
PoésieThese are poems, it's not a book! These short ones come from the dephts of my heart, and reflect what I go through. Some days are harder than others, as they are for any of us. I use my fantasy to write about it, and numb the pain a bit. I hope you...
