Breakfast Anyone?

Sometimes I look back and wonder at what point in time it all went wrong.

The light has left my eyes.
I sit here and realize my days are all blending together.
No more happiness in this once bubbly persona.
I have no energy to do nothing, sleep and enjoy the five hours a day I spend with Jorge.
I'm gonna call myself Lonely.

L is for the all of the loss.
O is for the on-going pain.
N is for the neglect.
E is for the exhausted days.
L is for the longing to be whole again.
Y is for yesterday's dreams.

Shaken and stirred, the eggs have been beaten, woken up.
The frying pan sizzles with the beat of silence.
The pale white kitchen brightens up with the orange juice, and sunny-side-up eggs.
Slices of grapefruit, burnt toast, and crispy brown bacon join in on the fun.

In all of this brightness lives a cloud of sadness called, Lonely.
Grey, brittle, lifeless, hopeless, basically dead.