To Naomi, for a night you are home alone
Naomi, I know the apartment is quiet when I work nights. I picture you on the couch with the lamp on and the TV muted, not watching it.
So here I am, in an envelope. I am not going to tell you to cheer up. I am just keeping you company.
There is soup in the freezer. The label says Tuesday, ignore the label. The blanket is on the chair.
I come through the door at 7:40. I will be tired and happy to see you. Hold that thought until then.
MAKE IT YOURS