Alone

A Poem by terriblerosey

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Sitting in my room all alone with my feet dangling off my chair and thinking how glorious it would be if the garbage disposal would just turn off for five measly seconds to let my mind become tricked into thinking that I was truly and utterly alone.

All alone, waiting for the next hummingbird to pick away at my broken down window screen, knowing that in a minute that bird will also be alone…hopefully.

Alone, staring at the phone waiting for the light to come on and the cord to vibrate so that I can exercise these wasted vocal chords on some meaningless conversation to remind me that I’m still alive, and it hits me. I like it. The phone rings but I’d rather sit and watch it shake with a smile on my face. I like to hear the answering machine and the frantic pleas begging me to answer. I don’t. It doesn’t matter. It was only a relative.