Maybe A Recluse

A poem

It’s quieter with the lights off The dark settles my brain I like to hear clocks ticking And listen to the rain.

This place is better empty I’m fine all by myself The mess that people make Damages my health.

I can do anything I want Now that they are gone I like being with myself I’m no longer withdrawn.

Nor am I antisocial Maybe a recluse But I’m preaching to the choir Explanations have no use.

I don't dislike other people I like them more when they’re away Absence makes the heart grow fonder Or so they used to say.