The best days without you

The best days are in solitude when not with you,
on furniture with cats and books and time,
the worst nights waiting up the stairs for me;
a hungry beast, dark black called lonely wolf.
I don’t want to be there under that roof
to listen how the time is ticking distance.
The best days are in solitude when not with you.

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