The mornings, and the sun hitting my window,
a midday full of worries,
and the ashes of a cigarette falling slowly,
landing on the floor of my room.
The smoke rises, gently, to the ceiling,
until it disappears along with my questions.
Though they stay etched in my mind
for the rest of the day.
The sky, so blue,
and the clouds watching me.
My heart beats to the rhythm of each step I take
when it’s time to return home.
And the sky, so blue and beautiful, is gone.
The sun that once warmed my face has left,
and all that remains is a sad shadow,
and a cold night
that follows me to bed.
At the end of the day, loneliness hurts me.
It never goes silent, it’s always there.
I must learn to live with it,
to live with the pain it brings.
My eyes close with tears of uncertainty.
Maybe tomorrow will be the same.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t be.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll dance beneath a tree,
and let the leaves fall over my shadow,
until they hide all my sadness.
