Sunday

As the sound of the rolling wheels
Grow distant,
And I lie here,
Coffee forgotten,
And my loved ones leave me
Once again,
The dust showers onto everything
Through the sunlit doorway.
It’s just another sunday afternoon.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

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One comment

  1. assortmentbox · March 11, 2015

    Aww!

    Like

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