Not Wanted

whats in the garden but flowers and bees,
whats in the kitchen but biscuits and cheese,
where is my shirt in the wash for the day,
where is everyone as they have gone far away,
when do i find them waiting here alone,
when does it all happen after the ringing phone,
why do i wait here if i know they don't return,
why in the hell does this become my concern,
with the sun setting across the clear sky,
with nothing i remain here on the verge of a cry.