Home Alone

Home alone, that's me today.
Nothing to do.
Nobody to say things to,
but the walls
and invisible, pretend friends.
I sense the love the television sends.
Browse the Internet again.
Eat chocolate to keep out the cold.
Is this what it's like to be old?

At home alone.
Nobody comes any more.
No children.
No parents.
No uncles or aunts.
Or curious postmen to deliver no mail.
They've all gone away.
Everything's stale,
and dead, like the phone.
I'm home alone.
That's me today.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.