his wife and kids went out for groceries
he'd stretched out in his favourite chair
excited for silence
no shouting, no questions, no chores
he opened the book he'd received months ago
two chapters later, he stopped
distracted by silence
he inserted a scrap of paper as a bookmark
a useless item on its own
that finds meaning from finding its proper place
does it miss the book while i'm reading, he mused
then he stood, stretched, walked to the window
and stared
down an empty drive
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