Sometimes. A poem.

when I’m by myself
and the night has swept
daydreams away, like dust from
polished floors;
when lights click off
and the house settles in
with creaks and purrs
of contentment.

I wonder where you are
and whether I’m in
your consideration.

And sometimes,
when my mind plays trick or treat
with facile retribution,
I want you here
to play those games in person.

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