As Oneself

Who will you please,
When there's nobody home?
4:44 now..
The clock reads 4:44, just long enough for me to see.
Hands reaching out,
Gathering the debris...
What will I do,
Now that there's nobody to please?

Leaving the house another day,
I managed to scrape a few things away.
Then early morning rise,
And tap-tap my life away,
Before I clean the rest
And pack for Dad's..
And leave.

Coffee now, and family.
Love, love, love..
And memories.
Remember the last Christmas I spent here..
And...yea...
Lol. And sigh.
I remember that time.

Letting it go now,
And trying to find a way through
And back into love.

Choices.