two out of eight houses surrounding mine have been empty for the past year. This morning, a third started emptying. It hurts, the loss, the loneliness. Not that I was close with any of them, but I liked them being there, the empty houses haunt me.
two of the remaining five are owned by single old people, who I barely see. Which leaves three, all along the back, which I don’t know the status of.
they could be empty too, for all I know…. I could be utterly alone.