They are tricky days.
Sundaes
should always
come with Sundays.
Half
of the
weekend feels fake.
Hours
spent hoping
tomorrow never arrives.
Errands
fill thoughts,
but not time.
Monday
lingers like
an unwelcome shadow.
(Prompt by me)
Image source
Sundaes
should always
come with Sundays.
Half
of the
weekend feels fake.
Hours
spent hoping
tomorrow never arrives.
Errands
fill thoughts,
but not time.
Monday
lingers like
an unwelcome shadow.
(Prompt by me)
Image source
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