The Second Sunday

The second Sunday is the hardest

The quiet that comes with the dark

The evening light that casts dim shadows over the carpet

The echo of goodbyes leaves my chest feeling hollow

You’d think after all this time

I’d be used to it

I’m not.


Original Photo by Plush Design Studio on Unsplash

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