Beautiful Day

Beautiful day…
We wait and wait
Morning comes and you can taste the day
Your skin tells you
You feel the warmth
Your first breath tells you
You inhale the scents carried in through the window
Blossoms are drawn out and come alive when warmed by the sun.
The sounds of birds singing joy.
But…
What about my heart?
Locked in the winter of loneliness…
I need the soft breath that whispers good morning against my cheek
My skin needs the touch of warmth from his hand to come alive
The only scent… my own mingled with the dead flowers I bought for myself.
Within is only the sound of a single beating heart in the silence of my empty room
Outside is a beautiful day…
Inside my heart is cold with lonliness
large with so much to share
And no one cares if I care.
No one cares to share.

And I am sick and tired of it all.
Wasted time on foolish thoughts.
Wasted thoughts....
I am out of time...
I am out of the mood.
I am out the door...

It is a beautiful day.