I look on the shelf...
I see Monopoly & Scrabble...
Chess & decks of cards.
Theres only one problem...
They all require another player.
I suppose I could play cards...
alone.
But just the name of that game reminds me...
Im alone...
and lonely.
Friends? There are some.
But they all have lives of their own...
and...
another player.
Where is mine?
Doing the "right thing"..."taking care of business"...
When he comes home he'll take his time off...
do his thing.
He doesnt require another player...
like I do.
What is lonely? Its knowing your life is empty...
somehow incomplete without...
another player.
That one & only...
only...
he doesnt want to play.
Maybe he wants...
or needs...
or already has...
another player...