Sad to say
I am still alone
Baking cookies or whatever
For nobody
I am not sniveling
I am brave in my isolation
Like a pugnacious dog
Yapping at myself in the mirror.
After the cookies cool I
Fill my pockets with them to eat as I shamble along
On my solitary walk
I throw one to a passing dog
Also walking alone
Good dog, he snaps up the cookie and barks for more.
I empty my pockets onto the ground.
