sunshine
you
perfect

happiness at last
dancing in the rain and mist
smiling at the moon

I want to paint
but I have no colours

I want to write
but I cannot find my pen

I want to sing
but I lost my voice

I want to run away
but I do not know where it is safe

So I do nothing
and everything stays the same

“Good Morning!”
She smiles.

“Good Morning!”
He frowns, irritated that
he was disturbed when tweeting.

will you wait
he asks

maybe
she answers

chocolate
wine
coping

leaves are turning red
birds are on their journey home
distant sense of joy