I sit here, day after day. Alone, in this big old, house. Sure, people often call to ask me out or see if I might feel like having company. But I'm just so used to being alone.
I sit here, day to day. Not wanting to leave my home. Yes, there are things that I need. Yes, there are places that I need to go. But I just don't like leaving my home.
I sit here, day after day. Watching the world pass by on the outside of my windows. There is no reason for me to be alone. Yet here I sit, day after day.

Titled Day After Day©
By EdwinBrown9®™
5/28/15