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All alone

writing until my arthritis

acts up

or my hand falls off

  (whichever one comes first)

is what i do best

my cat curled

up beside me, licking

his paws

smiling secretly at me

purring softly

living room, dimly lit

everything turned

off

alone, totally alone

not a soul here to

hold me

comfort me

love me

like it should be

drinking a tall glass

of Pepsi

with trembling hands

struggling to get the

next line on the page

is my pen running out

of ink?

it figures

my pen is like life

running out on me

when i need it most

phone doesn't ring

the ringer's off

don't want to hear from

anybody

but

i don't want to be

sitting here

all alone

either...