by Sean Hollick
I came home and no one was there,
they're gone, I don't know where.
I open the door, to peek out the crack
have they left for good or will they come back.

I sat down to think, to wonder if I care,
this has happened before, although I'm not sure where.
They have left me alone,
in this sad, lonely home.

If they never return, I'll understand,
I must continue, no matter how bland.
I shall not cry or even shout,
what am I saying, I have got to get out!


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