When the whole family leaves and I am alone.

Up until the night they leave, the thought of them leaving is delicious. I imagine all the things I will do. I will shampoo the carpets! I will redo a bedroom! I will throw pots until my fingers are useless! I will finish that mural! And then they leave and it’s different. A vacuum void…

Night

I love the morning. When I see her, I love her. But…