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 ....