A friend´s lonely house.

A friend´s lonely house.

I found myself in a friends house.
My old friend.
He and his family were going on holiday.
He proposed i look after his house.
Big windows of the bugalow let the afternoon sun in.
Noone told a joke yet grins were everywhere.
Almost laughing they all departed except me,
the afternoon sun and my guardian angel.
We talked for hours forcing words out of
well established smiles, the empty sofas
did not interrupt.
Hope flirted with us and joined the conversation,
comfort collaborated.
Heat eavesdropped from outside the window,
  I had no objections.
My friends and his family had gone.