Cat in the window

One day, my prince will come.

I'm 10. It's raining. My mother tells me of a boy on a white horse.

He's coming to get me, he's my prince, she says.

No matter the weather, he'll save me, she says.

One day, my prince will come.

I'm 15. My father tells me I won't have a prince.

He's not ever coming, he isn't real, my father says.

No matter what mother tells you, he won't be here.

One day, my prince will come.

I'm 19. I'm alone in the apartment, and the cat died.

It's raining, and my father won't speak to me.

Mother still calls every day. He'll save you, she says.

I hope she means my prince.

One day, my prince came.

I'm 27, and I've graduated college.

It's snowing, and I'm at a party to celebrate.

I look to the cat in the window and see the man who pets her.

Today, my prince has come.