X: Alone

On his own
he wakes up happily,
no-one breathing down his neck
waiting to turn him over.

On his own
the milk pours out,
no mouth sucking from the bottle
leaving far too little.

He goes to work without goodbyes
to haunt him through
the faithless paradise
A desk provides.

He comes back home without a kiss,
Cooks supper for his own lips,
Watches all the TV news
Until his heart's content.

On his own
He writes his verse,
No-one to tell him that it's wrong,
Or just too unbelievable.

On his own
he drinks as much as he thinks necessary,
No voice to coax him to his bed,
Until he's ready to go happily to sleep, alone.