Where Lonely Begins

Here is where lonely begins

hand on brass knob

one last glance back

to an already gone room.

Hands on a steering wheel

out of the driveway

and a pause to shift

all but the eyes.

Hoard a reason to wave

though thinking still,

half hoping to find

a glimpse of a face.

Hide the silence in radio days

and wine winded nights

vigilant front windows

glance down the street.

Home remembers a name

patient for the prodigal

and a well-lit corner

cries out a soft come in.

Faith Hoffman was born in Buffalo, New York, and has lived a very peripatetic life, including stints in the Middle East and Europe. She currently resides on the coast of Alabama. She started writing again for fun recently and is amazed at the results.