Why then does my heart still feel sad and lonely?
Why then does this feeling, like fear, settle in my stomach
at each memory of a touch, an embrace?
It’s been more than one full year—
why then does it still matter that I come home
to an empty house?
Why then does time seem irrelevant and empty—
the same time I used for matters
that don’t matter anymore?
Why then does it seem like this will last
forever and ever—
what was supposed to be the two of us?
John A. Bayerl, January 30, 2012
Sometimes it's good to have a Blue Monday. Today is one of them.
It is a quiet Monday, Dear, the kind of day when you and I would enjoy being comfortable with each other, or perhaps a movie. Definitely not a mall kind of day.
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