Alone.

I thought about this as I got up from my bed,
And said “Good morning” to emptiness.
I thought about this as I made my morning breakfast,
With no one else to share it with.
I thought about this as I ate at my kitchen table,
Across an empty chair.
I thought about this as I paced the halls,
and the echo of my own steps spoke back.
I thought about this as I walked outside,
and complained to the trees about the weather.
I thought about this as I went to sleep,
and said “Good night” to darkness.
I thought about this as I spent the day alone.
I don’t want to be alone.