why was he
allowed to do the project
but I was not

why was he
given the job
but I was not

why does he
live in a big house
but I do not

why do I
not want to know
the answers
to these questions

every morning
she makes coffee

carefully grinding the beans
has become a ritual
time spent in meditation
on a journey she had not expected

when there are no beans left
in the grinder
she sighs
as reality has caught up with her

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