One-week nightmare

Stepping down the streets,
I heard people walking,
To meet their parents,
Their siblings,
And the rest of the family,
Home is where they will be,
Leaving me lonely,
Feeling so empty.

Only...
The sound of the sqeaky fan,
The rhythm of the droppping rain,
The thud of the tickling clock,
The melodious chirp of the free bird,
Are my companions...
Breaking this torturing deafening stillness.

No one is in my sight,
Everyone is home.
And I am here,
AWAY from home..