February 9, 2017

Home Alone


These last few days

I'm home alone,

unanswered messages

gathered on my phone,

calls coming in

from near and far,

flowing like wind

through the stars,

some from those 

I've left behind,

though it was

never on purpose, mind. 

They're just coming back

to haunt me now,

with a patience

all their own,

so sure at last

I'm their man.

Nothing seems

to slow them down,

always so certain

of what they've found.