Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.
Awww, scaredy, I thought you will still have one kid left at home when your second kid leaves for college this fall.
It will all be okay. Why don’t you start gearing up to join a gym or a meetup group to bike and hike on weekends …. with your spouse if she’s not too busy?
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