Home alone

I am home alone. My partner left this morning to visit his family and friends in PA. When I am home alone the rooms subside and the settle with a sigh. I hear the breathing of the fridge that taps. Our house is mine, for the time being, and I’m a kindly ruler, the only law is solitude. I can do anything I can. Walk around without thinking what he would think if he sees me walking nude. I can sing without worrying out of tune or lyrics. But the loneliness is the one torturing me. Hate, anger, frustration; How do I survive? Confusion, distraught, depression; Why even be alive? I sit alone now, all by myself with no one else. But do we know where people go, after their loneliness has got to them.