240: Musings on a Friday afternoon

I’m left hanging in the moment

Wanting to hold on to that day

But it has passed.

Yes, days have passed and I’m stuck.

Thoughts linger to what have been and what could be,

In between sips of coffee.

The chirping birds seem to hum that tune,

That song that you kept repeating over and over and over.

Even in the first rays of the sun

I see you, in my mind.

You jeopardized my otherwise simple day-to-day going ons.

And I was okay with that.

I was hoping you would do it more often.

I don’t know what is taking you so long…………

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For I have fallen.

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