Here I sit in silent house. Nibbling cheese much like a mouse.
Crunchy crackers leave their crumbs . . . on pink nightgown and moistened thumbs.
Lonely in these walls so strong. Wondering, “Where did I go wrong?”
The best laid plans did fall and crumble, leaving me to moan and mumble.
Pop a pill. Sip a sip. Wait for heavy eyelids.
Another night alone and lonely. Another day to come.