They have all left - kids, wife, dogs. Not for good or very long for that matter But I am alone, homesick at home. Oh how I wish this house were haunted. At least by more than the spiders and occasional mouse. Instead, I am haunted By silence the TV cannot drown out. By empty bedrooms and chairs and couches. The normal routines dead end in meaninglessness. But in fact this house is haunted. By the laundry And forgotten library books. Even dog's chew toys Mock and reproach me. The anticipation of freedom Has betrayed me!