343: Home Alone

You've left the house

without a word

of when you're coming back

and peace settles

in your absence.

I clean the tables,

sweep the floors,

vacuum the space

between the pillows.

I sing in the kitchen

while I make dinner

for myself

and the creeping demons,

and the empty space

is mine.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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