I can’t stand to be alone,
I need cackling in the other rooms.
Someone scurrying around for something,
to feel a whiff of someone’s perfume…
Familiar or unfamiliar soul, it doesn’t matter,
to be alone or not,
I choose the latter.
I can’t stand an empty home,
Big one or small,
I want to be in the midst of playful banter,
or hear the music of someone’s chatter…
Argue or not, it’s not that important,
an exhange of battling opinions is
better than a soul orhpaned.
When all of us gather in our tiny kitchen,
it is like all of us share the same religion,
put our differences aside, it is not that important,
being together is better than being a soul that is orphaned.