Home Alone
I’ve always lived with
someone—
family, roommates, sisters
and then my husband.
Years ago, when our house
flooded,
Hubby moved in with the
kids
while I made things livable.
For a few months,
I had a taste of living
alone.
I found it a little creepy
at nights.
But I didn’t feel lonely.
I kept busy fixing our house
and maintaining the
dailies.
And I became more grateful
for my Constant Companion
and that I’m never truly
alone.
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