she came and stayed too long,
talked too much,
and was too touchy-feely,
coming around corners when i was half dressed
and short on sleep.
this morning it turned chilly and she was subdued,
sitting at the kitchen table with her hands around her coffee mug
and her suitcase open but empty on the bed in her room.
she will head south,
and i will have my house to myself again.
everybody likes her and she will light it up some other place,
while i feel a little guilty, but
mostly glad to see her gone.
for real toads mini challenge.