No You

Looking around this house the story’s sad but true.

One knife, one fork, one cup, one bowl, one pot, one plate. No you.

I’m here in a zone of silence. No one to talk to.

One knife, one fork, one cup, one bowl, one pot, one plate. No you.

Since you have gone and left me I am, oh, so lonely.

Since you have gone and left me, I am blue.

Honestly, Darlin’.

All of us miss you here. All of us? Well, here’s who:

One knife, one fork, one cup, one bowl, one pot, one plate miss you.

Since you have gone and left me I am, oh, so lonely.

Since you have gone and left me, I am blue.

I really can’t take it.

If I had to choose one thing, what would I latch onto?

One egg, one juice, one fig, one roll,

One brand-new box of Cheerios, one bag of plain pistachios.

Would I choose any one of those?

No.

You.