Alone

More than almost anything,
I don’t want to be alone;
Yet here you are again,
And this doesn’t feel like home.

You yell that I am nothing;
To the contrary I can’t vouch.
So I leave the room, crying,
To find my peace behind the couch.

There’s a shadow in the open window,
And I’m given such a fright;
But a voice says he heard yelling,
And merely asks if I’m alright.


 

Another of the weekly Creative Writing prompts:

“She crouched behind the sofa in terror as a hand came through the window.”

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