Alone
My mom prefers shopping alone.
When I waken.
I feel a wave.
I can drink coffee whenever I want.
My mom leaves me.
Sometimes.
She goes alone.
At home I’m.
I’m too old to wait around for her.
I can drive.
Anywhere in the world.
I’m at home now.
I could get more coffee myself, but she’s getting more for me.
I get a cup of coffee.
Into the cup, it pours.
I drink too much coffee these days.
It helps me remember.
She’s alone.
It’s just a store, that’s all.
I don’t do much these days.
I do drink coffee.
I’m sad.
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