It's a Saturday morning,
and sunlight is sneaking into my room through my blinds
Its the only thing that still comes to check up on me
whether it comes a little late on few cold days
or comes really early on warm days
but it still shows up..
where is this kind of loyalty in the people around me
I feel like their laundry bag
that gets to spend time with them once every single thing has - even the washroom
yet after knowing the feeling of being left behind,
not being asked whether I am okay
I still show up for them
I guess, I am their sunlight
I check up on them whether they want me to
I am their to answer their 4 am calls
but have no one pick mine up
So, as I am sitting here on Saturday morning sipping my coffee,
and my sunlight is checking up on me
I can't help but wonder how much pain he must be in
to make me this calm and happy.
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