wondering...

If you die I won't have any insurance
But if I die I wouldn't either
It's funny how we look at things, the older we become.

You ask yourself, "How did I end up with nothing,"
"When everyone else got something?"
But remember it was 3 years before you knew she had died

You sit in the middle of confusion and conversation
Wondering "what the hell am I doing here?"
Then remember your cry for company, because you were tired of being alone.

Back home the silence is obviously striking
You'd do anything to hear someone talk
Then realize they probably already are, just not with you.


Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
Image Source: "Alone" by Jeff Klingler photography