Alone, once again. My visitors have gone away.
No one around to talk to. No one around to laugh with.
Or cry with. Or share things with.
Or see me or my pain and discomfort in this shut-in isolation imposed upon me by my condition.
I understand. They’re all still able-bodied, participating in a world I cannot with lives to live, debts to pay, things to do and see and experience. I was once one of them, and did the same.
Survivor. And alone.