I caught a glimpse
Of my life alone

Without my wife and children

As the dark descended
The house seemed to grow
The spaces turning to caverns

I sat at the counter
Eating a dinner
Of eggs and sourdough

Jazz on the radio
And writing this poem

Hoping to stave off the loneliness
That comes with the dark

I wonder how my mother does it

Alone in that house
With all of us gone