Mother wakes from another weekend binge.

Father...God knows who or where.

She takes a pill to fade away the headache
And showers for forty five minutes.

Where is the good morning?

Where did the hugs go?

Mother does not love anyone. She loves the highness.

Mother dresses. Mother takes the money I saved.
I try to hide it, but she always finds it.

I fend for myself. I cook. I clean. I talk to me.

Alone.

As alone as anyone can be.

Mother leaves again, leaving behind tears of pain.

Mommy...please don't go. Mommy stay.

The words fall on deaf ears. Mother goes away.

Alone.

Alone as anyone can be.

The room is empty.
The sound of the television ungratifying.

The sound of children in the yard, playing with their father.

The little voice cries into the air. No one hears.

Alone.

All Alone