Unsaid

So many words are left unsaid as this illness forbids any thoughts of tomorrow. As too whether the promised sun will wake up this sleeping city, I do not know. The time provided by the red digital display of my alarm clock tells me to turn around and return to my warm bed.

Let time heal your malaise. Let time return your laughter. Let it find your peace. I open my phone and find her picture. Did she ever find peace after seeing God?

from the window sill
a sparrow sings
of a new morning
looking eye to eye
we live our existences