Home to an empty house

The wife has gone.
The dog has gone.
The junk has gone.
The furniture is almost gone.
The house is pretty bare.
Even the cat is gone.
The turtle is here.
I'm powerless.
Nobody.
I came home and the pillow and a blanket are gone from the bed I've been using. Obviously not mine but that they just vanish kind of feels disempowering. I'm a nothing.
Alone in the empty house.
Children would play.
People disconnected