RDP Monday: FANCIFUL
We waited for the knock on the door
we waited for the phone to ring
we waited for that crunchy crunchy swoosh sound
that cars make
when they pull up the gravel drive in front of our house.
But nobody ever visits us
nobody ever stays for very long
nobody wants to sit in the parlor
me, my cat and the picture of my dead Aunt
staring at us from her coffin
that is hanging on the wall.