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.
Regis
Fee