The Past 2 Days

I stand at the door,
fully prepared nd ready to go.

Smile on my face, a bag in my hand,
i look at my wrist,the time is perfect ten.

Just by the corner,the watch shows me date,
oh wait!whats this? I am 3 days late...

The bag is empty, my smile is already gone,
as i realize tht i have just returned from home.

The room seems big, and I am alone,
tears down to my cheek, as i mourn.

I break my promise to not to cry,
unable to control, but still I try.

The door is still open so i leave the room,
nearby lives my friend- an angel, a boon.

He makes me happy and thankful to god,
for, the past 2 days i had spent at home.