Rainbow.

Lunchtime means nothing

when everything’s new

I stumble down hallways

knowing not what to do

familiar faces are countries away

my hands are clenched up

and my feet won’t obey

I meet different people

but no one feels right

like trying to see

in the middle of night

the path is unclear

but the journey starts now

like chasing a rainbow

gone behind clouds

don’t know how it happened

and I never will

but I found my own people

who awe me still

they taught me so much

they cleared out the haze

we spent time together

on good and bad days

we shared smiles and jokes

and sorrow and pain

our table was family

through sun and through rain

now lunchtime means something

and I skip down the hall

as I realize they’ll be there

to answer my call

and even if distance

is countries away

this friendship I’ve got here

always will stay

the journey was worth it

the heat and the cold

at the end of the rainbow

is my pot of gold.