Monday Sans Him
Sometimes ... there is no reason
for morning tears.
Distracted me
tangled in the debris
of a raging sea.
So very small
the moment
meant
nothing at all.
And what of that day ....
dismade bed
dirty sock left on the kitchen floor
I was going to scrub a week ago
left me crying and
cursing
falling to pieces
where is my other shoe
my toes are cold
speed bump on shaky knees
spills my morning tea.
Sometimes there is no reason ....
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