(not poetry, just some expression)
i'm walking home. i hear a cough.
is that him?
i'm grateful i left the porch light on
i look around the yard, shadows dancing,
peer around the corner to the next yard
no one in sight
i open the door quickly. double lock set.
lie down in my bed, alone
the bed i moved to the other side of the room
i'm glad i moved the bed over here i think
as i roll onto my good shoulder (the one he didn't break)
because now i don't have to sleep
with my back to the door