I am sitting here alone. 
My biggest fear realized day in and day out.
 I never wanted to be alone.
 I am afraid of being alone. 
I can never find anything to do. 
I sit and stare at the TV or the computer screen.
 I wait, but there is nothing to wait for.
 No one is coming home after work to see you. 
No one is at the store and will soon return. 
No one shares my bed anymore. 
I sleep alone when I can make it there.
 My insomnia leaves me up all night and when I do sleep,
it’s passed out on the couch. 
I feel like the saddest person in the world.
 I try to get out during the day. 
I go and look for a day job.
 I go to the park. 
I go for a walk.
 I visit my sister and then back home, sitting in front of
the TV or the computer screen. 
Yes the kids are a diversion, but they are growing up and
don’t hang out at home anymore. 
They have lives and loves. 
I don’t want to make them stay home for me. 
What kind of mother would that make me? 
Make mommy feel better and stay with her.
 I am so depressed. 
How sad am I? 
I am alone, depressed, sad, pathetic, all that in this nifty
package.