Prompt: Missing the past

Pandemic Household

A poem about missing time to myself

Sleep is the only place I can go to be alone now These afternoon naps the last refuge in a world that seems forever full of people

I smell lunch aromas Wafting in from the kitchen The savory odors Making my stomach growl But I want a few more minutes here

Alone In the sanctity of my solitude I put myself back together again In the only way that I know how Now that I am so rarely by myself

Rolling over Hoping to drift back into the depths For a few more moments Of precious time alone I need this for my sanity

Before I rejoin my pod Those whom I love so well I just need some space And this place To be blessedly, fully, completely alone

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