Alone,

Alone with my thoughts.

I hear the quiet hum of the computer,

The gentle sway of a ceiling fan a little off balance,

The soft yet heavy breathing of my husband,

As dreams dance behind his eyes.

And I ponder, nothing much.

I think about life and love,

I wonder what will and wont be.

Thinking myself asleep or is it awake.

I sit here and think alone.

Alone,

Alone with my thoughts.

I hear the tapping of the keys as I type,

A small dog dreaming at his masters feet,

And two crazy cats playing in the tub.

They haven't realized the sun is not up.

I think to myself some more and wonder.

I wonder if the world is going to get better,

If perhaps this is as good as it gets.

I think about family and heritage.

I think about friends who are alone.

Alone,

Alone with my thoughts.

I think about life.