This house is empty, these walls aren’t a home when I’m alone, it’s just me. The tv is talking, speaking The Netflix language. Me and it are holding a conversation while the couch and my ass become best friends. I’m starting to think my daughter is right with her observation. Her father is more lonelyContinue reading “Poem of the Day: Empty Home”
Everybody is in a relationship with someone who is ungrateful and here I am at home starving. Lol!