It can hit you at any time, doing the dishes or watching the telly
when that private little voice will pop up
like some impertinent child, and say
Hey...you know what ? You are all alone. You and the Mangy Ones. HA.
And the antidote to this bit of unwanted truth is always
another glass of wine
and if that doesn't do it, double the amount.
Maybe one day the voice will stop, either from overdoing it
or because it just isn't true anymore.
Either way, I am still here.