41

41 years back and forth
Shedding it and being it all over again as if nothing has changed
Ghosts don't die, they haunt forever
The dead are dead and life repeats
High again, and down again
Up again
First recycling and cardboard, then trash and
Dishes also.
Sink first, drainboard, then sink again
The cat is hungry at the same times every day
Life is better alone and the sponge is dry
I wish I loved someone
Anyone
But I dont and I am happier that way.
The moss grows on the roof
and my acreage is peaceful
Where did I go?