Single

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Single

A long day, a long drive
through traffic.

Fumbling for my keys,
the house silent, cold and empty.

No sound of friends, no warm
hug, no-one to take my coat.

An empty fridge, washing
up from the night before.

I reach down into my pocket,
no notes in my wallet.

Another trip in the car
and my heart feels so heavy.

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