A plot for loneliness

A plot of loneliness
Come near, mischief; play with the air of emptiness
Play with the little kitten that should have been upon this mattress
Kiss at the forehead that would have alighted with bliss
Have a drink from an nonexistent cupboard
Warm your legs by cold logs of barrenwood
Nobody, if nobody comes I’ll play alone
With a jigsaw puzzle spread on atmosphere
To complete a house that never was there.