My Lonely Apartment

My apartment is a small two bedroom

apartment.

It holds some memories

of having my kids come visit,

but now seems to just be

a place to park myself

at night.

I’m gone all day and

at times visiting my boyfriend,

but when I’m by myself

in my apartment

it is lonely.

I’ve got two cats

to keep me company

but it still is very quiet.

I play my movies for some noise.

In the last few months

it just seems like a place

that holds my stuff.

It echoes as I have weeded out.

I sometimes fall asleep

on the couch with the cats,

Ella and Luna

on top of me. 

I eat a bag of chips

and I read People, OK and Star magazines.

And I am glad that guy

didn’t end up taking away my couch.

He had said he couldn’t do the flowers.

He needed a couch with a burlap cover.

He needed a man couch.

And right now, I still need my couch.

For falling asleep on that boring movie.

And I don’t want to stay

at this apartment forever.

It’s lonely and I am tired of being alone.

I would rather spend more time

with my boyfriend at his place

where we are together

and spend days with my children

at their place.

And sleepovers at their house

are fun.

And I have ten years to

worry where I am going to

end up living.

In ten years

I do not want to end up

having to live with strangers.

I would much rather share a

home with someone special.

It would be much better

than coming home to a lonely apartment

where it’s just me and the cats.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted January 30, 2012