No one understands
I don’t know what to do
I feel so lost …. confused
So lonely …. without you.

Every afternoon
We’d sit and drink our coffee
We’d talk about the past
You knew everything about me.

Together for so long
For so many, many years
Now I’m here alone
How I wish that you were here.

I can’t take out the garbage
Pull the weeds or mow the lawn
What am I going to do
Now that you are gone?

The quiet of the house
The stillness in your room
Reminders  you’re not here
You were taken far too soon.

People come and go
Bringing soup and casseroles
Don’t think they understand
What it feels like to be old.

You did the grocery shopping
I did the lighter chores
We were quite a team
I couldn’t ask for more. 

Now I am dependent
I have to ask for help
It’s a humbling experience
Living here …. all by myself.


Photo by Google Images: vecteezy.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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