Lying down silently all by myself.

Contemplating what my Sunday will bring.

Maybe, I’ll play games that are on my shelf.

Living alone can have a longing sting.

Sometimes sitting still, not doing a thing.

Anxious, I await, a telephone’s song.

Hoping the delay won’t be very long.

Relaxation is tough, with Monday near.

In the very least, I’m where I belong.

With a bright future that is crystal clear…

-aaa