Alone

[couchgrouch]

AloneTom stands beneath the old marqueefeels like talkin'...finds his car keyLord, he hates watching sad movies alonehe sees couples hailing taxislaughing...climbing in the backseatsholding hands as if love was their homehe has coffee and pie at a small cafecheats on crosswords and wiles the night awayalonewithout a soul in this worldechoes in his mind, are the only timehis feelings will be heardthe night is deep and blackhe can talk but it won't talk backin a crowd or on his ownhe's alonePam's husband reads the paperas she mentions their new neighborthe kids and what happened in her daylong ago they whispered like loversnow she cooks for him and suffersthrough a love with nothing left to sayhe watches Friends in bed then mumbles "good night"she fights a tear and then turns out the lightalonewithout a soul in this worldechoes in her mind, are the only timeher feelings will be heardthe night is deep and blackshe can talk but it won't talk backwith her man or on her ownshe's alonethere's an old widowwho fends for herselfshe likes the comp'ny of friendsbut doesn't need someone elsesometimes she shuts her eyesso she can seelost in bedside prayersshe'll never bealonewithout a soul in this worldwhere echoes in her mind, are the only timeher feelings will be heardthe night is deep and blacksome can talk but it won't talk backin a crowd or on their ownthey're alone(c)2005 Robert George