WEEK 9 - SONG 9 - Meals For One
Sending "hello"s
My keyboard froze
Words like little digital leaves fluttering across the cyberspace sands into the internet ether,
Without reply
I sigh
Go make some tea
Soon I'll return
Kettle won't boil
Home heating oil
Must remember to take out the bins
Living alone really suits me
Oh please won't you stop by
Hoping the neighbours don't shoot me
I laugh and then I cry
Meals for one
No one cares
Dry my clothes on the stairs
Escape this world
It's all online
Nothing gets done, don't have time
You sent me a smile
Greets me like wings of humming birds brushing gently across my beaming face on a spring day
Living alone really suits me
Isolation is fine
Maybe I need to go outside
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