Friday Poem: Confessions of an Introvert.

I had my first (half)day at home alone in ages on Sunday. I needed it, and I didn’t want it to end…Bend the rules

Right now
I don’t want anyone to come home
or visit.
I want an endless Sunday
afternoon
at home
alone.
Me

and a mix CD or three.
Undisturbed and free;
A magazine
a pot of coffee
and me.
Only me;
Wild and free.

red silkOf course, it did. Shortly after I wrote the poem…c’est la vie..

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