Another Night Alone

Another night alone, and I
don't really mind
it
except
I hear the coal train every hour on the hour,
and I don't sleep
all that well,
but then, who does, anyway?
And it's not as if
you were ever
really
here
(that much).

It wouldn't be so bad
if the dog didn't have gas
and the toilet
downstairs
wasn't running because I can't fix
the flipper or flapper,
whatever it's called...

I suppose I could hire someone
to do most of what you did
or didn't do
around here,

but that old dog is another matter altogether.