Scattered Thought III

Every day, I work hard.
When I finally come home,
at the end of such an exhausting day,
I am alone--
Not just by definition--
meaning the lacking of another physical being--
but straight out alone.

I am always so tired!
Right now, I'm sluggish and conciously having to work my muscles
to do that which is usually involuntary.
I yawn constantly;
not able to cease the urge.
When free time exists,
I choose to sleep over other activity.

Of course,
this goes back to the fact that I have no one,
with whom, to spend time.

June 1998