Haibun #3

Silence used to be the friend I rarely got to visit whose presence I sought. Now, she's more like company who has overstayed her welcome, smiling at me in the mornings before the coffee has been made and keeping me up late night. I turn to the radio or TV and get memories I don't want or people who make me angry. My old friend, annoying though she may be, is preferable.

A home, clean and warm,
the necessary comforts,
tainted with absence.