long loneliness

There is a space for me, prepared

on the overstuffed chair, in the corner 

of the room; a beckoning cocoon 

of air stale and pallor pale;

the long loneliness is settling in.

Curtains tucked in to crevices, dim 

the dawning sun, another night done 

another day strung like sheets on a string
the wind airing laundry clean;

i can feel the long loneliness settling in.

Can you feel it in the breeze, the solitude 

of a sneeze, twitching the nose

a midday doze, in the corner on the chair

the cushion threadbare;

the long loneliness is settling in.