There might be a moon tonight,
and I might once again see you.
The sun is fading away, slowly but surely.
People are racing from Work to Home,
sometimes vice-versa.
It depends on the kind of Work
they do.
It depends.
Home.
Home.
Do I deserve one tonight?
Will you be my Home?
I asked the moon, and she replied
It depends.
I saw you today.
You were beautiful.
A silver circle in the sky.
Clouds were blocking my view
from Time to Time, but I waited
for them to move along and race
to wherever they were going.
Time.
Time.
The sun will surely rise again
in the morning, and you’ll be gone
to wherever you go each morning.
Work, Home, or another person’s sky?