Bad News


She sits on the curb,
Eyes shut,
Hands crossed,
Her blank face,
Turned to the sun.

Today was supposed to be good.

The clouds cleared the sky,
There was a promise of infinity,
How can she stare
Up to the heavens
When God betrayed her trust?

Today was supposed to be the day.

The cars honk and scrape asphalt.
She barely hears,
She’s not here.
Breathe, she curses,
Just- do something-