Days stack into weeks,

and months into years,

and one day you realize,

you need the sun to smile,

that only a stranger’s laugh

reminds you of

the roll of laughter

from the bottom of your stomach,

to your eyes.

You wait for that hundredth song

to make you want to dance,

playing it on repeat,

praying that,

you’ll find your next jive

sooner than the last.

Desperately hoping for,

when you wont need,

the sun to smile,

or the song to dance.