h o m e i n m e

Every now and again she visits

I let her in, set her up with a cup of tea

And cry with her.

 

One day she comes

I don’t hear her knock

and a note is left …

 

‘You’ve finally found someone

I guess,

That makes you less

of me

And more of your friend, Joy.’

 

But I was alone

And no one else could fit,

The new shoes I bought

but me.

 

I didn’t know how to tell her

That Joy live with me.

Cause really,

Lonely never had a home in me.

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