I have no reason to be sad today.

Despite my efforts to block out the light,

Sunbeams trickle in and kiss my cheek.

The accousistics of children’s laughter bounce off my walls.

And a wistful smile curves my lips.

My youth was full of blue skies and birdsong.

I’m always retreating back to my memories because, there, everyone’s still alive.

But now my soul is an unwanted visitor in my body.

The roots that tethered me here are starting to shrivel.

No one calls.

No one listens.

It’s just me in this room,

Alone with myself.

And I’m sick of hearing what I have to say.