Sunlight spreads
across windows,
gleaming like a
cat’s eye.

Nowhere to be seen
are
children’s giggles.
You lay in bed
wondering,
wishing,
when will the
next day
arrive?

It comes on
a white round circle.
The skies have
turned to waves
of blue,
and you sit there

Waiting.
For the orange sun to
come pouring in
your broken shards of
cereal that
used to
break you.

Cereal.
The small crumbs of hope
That never seem to reach you.

Orange sunsets
surprise
you when they
turn to white dots
In the
dark sky

How many
times have the
clouds
passed?

Too many,
you decide.