Alone

Alone

every thing a little

too quiet

no signs of life

signs of living

the rooms look

reset to factory settings

like a showroom

bare

cold

without personality

homeyness gone

every knick

notch

speck of dirt

wiped clean

from every surface

errant holiday decorations

books and games

and runaway socks

nowhere to be found

every thing pristine

Outside

more of the same

roads too smooth

unworn and freshly paved

trees movie-scene

picture perfect

no leaves out of place

not a wisp of wind

to make them shake

turned over earth

looks tailor made

to fit each

bed and pot

the flowers stand too

straight too tall

too perfectly

in bloom

everything around

is perfect

the very world

precisely in place

every thing is perfect

except for me

and I am

Alone

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