The Opposite Of Haunted Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I like coming home to a dark, empty house
Feel reassured and embraced by a quiet uninhabited space
Feel uneasy when greeted boisterously by the strangers love is professed for
The strangers we've ended up accompanying and/or being accompanied by
The strangers known as family, the strangers known as lovers

To be permanently eclipsed by an unchanging atmosphere of the ordinary
Gloating over such meagre rations like the leader of a pack of subhumans
I like the shut in darkness, the welcoming stuffiness
I long to hear you've gone out and I'm not sure when you're coming back

This living room is the preserve for endangered concentration
It's only now I know how to appreciate this
The absence of other human beings is such a wonderful thing
That's a setting for the mind to work and practice
Haunted by jackhammers, car horns, all the familiar people blabbering in my ear
The mind at that point shuts down