I've got an assignment.
Alone for an hour outside.
No music
No phone
No family
Nothing

The loneliness takes pieces of my being.
She takes it in her cruel hands and throws it to the ground as a child throws an undesired toy back into a sea of discarded dreams.
The lovechild who always seems to be clinging to my side.
When I feel she's gone and off to college,
something brings her back asking for gas money.

But what am I to do?
This is something of my own making.
The worst ones always tend to be, don't they?