The Boarder

April 10, 2012

Occasionally, Arthur would spend the night
Sleeping in a strange bed in a vacant house.
It was mostly out of necessity, since the building
He was supposed to call home wasn’t, and the
People he was supposed to call family weren’t.

After he got out of school, he would walk
The half-mile to the public library in order
To turn in some books, perhaps get one more,
And peruse the classified ads for those
Addresses listed in need of renters.
He would never have to look very far,
(It was a fairly small town, you see)
And once he found the place he would
Look around for a not-so-hidden key
Underneath a flower pot or slipped under
An unassuming welcome mat and go in.

It had its benefits: the quiet spaces were
Ideal for reading whole books at a time,
And he never had to wait for the toilet.
He would always make an effort to leave
Things cleaner than he left them and each
Held a mental landmark for future use.
The price he paid, ultimately, was the
Unnerving presence of loneliness.

One evening, as he searched around
For yet another hidden house key, he
Made his way inside and was surprised
To find someone else already there.
A girl, about his height, with round eyes
And looking quite ready to throw her
Copy of Great Expectations into his head
With wicked velocity, sitting in a chair.

“Hello,” he said, after a very long pause.
“Hi,” she replied. They stood there, trying
To assess what actions ought to be taken
Next when she cleared her throat:
“Would you like some tea?”
It seemed to Arthur that he wouldn’t
Have to be lonely for much longer.



3 Responses to “The Boarder”

  1. Keven Says:


  2. Michael Says:

    Hahaha I’m sorry, I didn’t know it bugged you so much. 🙂

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