monday
This Monday morning she is home sick from work.
Everything seems different.
I don't know this house this way.
Monday.
Monday is me and these rooms,
my eyes on these windows
the dishes from the weekend
quietly waiting for me
huddled.
Everything seems different.
I don't know this house this way.
Monday.
Monday is me and these rooms,
my eyes on these windows
the dishes from the weekend
quietly waiting for me
huddled.
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