Independence,
Once a freedom,
Made your obligation.
Alone now.
On your own now.
Just a kitten for company.
And do you have a rocking chair?
Too classic?
Too cliché?
Doesn’t matter anyway.
Work is your escape,
But at home?
Where lay your entertainment,
Your adventure.
Or do you sit lonely,
Memories of midnight wine,
Not so distant.
And do you cry.
What about your cigarettes?
Still two packs a day?
Or did you cut down?
No?
Too big of a change.