I am alone.

Have I posted this before? I don't remember.

Each morning I wake up alone.
There is nobody here but me.
When I come home from work - I am alone.
There is nobody to talk to
To eat dinner with
To fight with
To love

I am alone.
This is not how I planned life to be
How could I?
Tom was to be with me.
But - I am alone.

God is here.
Is he tired of my crying?
Tired of my whining of loneliness?
Does He truly want to hear of my pain?

I am alone.