No One

Another sad poem.

The fan blades
Cycle air through the room,
Cooling a person
Who isn’t there.

A clock
Screams out the time in block letters,
Shouting
At no one and nothing.

Two lamps
Spread their light over a room,
Illuminating objects
That have no one to look at them.

A phone,
Ringing on the bedside table
Asks to be answered
And is greeted with nothing

A car,
Three miles away,
Is wrapped around a telephone pole.
There was someone there this time.