Had a weird thing happen yesterday. I was at the grocery store after school and as I was going through the check-out line I saw this guy doing maintenance on the computerized job application thingy at the front of the store. He had the front open and a keyboard hooked up to the computer inside. Short brown hair. Skinny. Big bony hands. The way he was sitting and staring at the screen. My brain said "Aaron."

Two and a half years I came home to that same sight, that same posture, every night.

But it wasn't Aaron.

Those three years, it wasn't all bad. At least I had somebody to come home to.

So I took my groceries home and sat here in my silent house. And cried for the seven and a half damned years I've been alone. And wondered why I'm still here.

Why?