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Sundays Without You



Woke up at 6:30. Thought of you. Tried to put the thoughts away. Couldn’t.

Walked the dog. Thought of you. Tried to leave the thoughts outside. Couldn’t.

Fed the animals. Thought of you. Tried to starve my thoughts. Couldn’t.

Made coffee, got dressed, and started my day. Tried to refocus my thoughts. Couldn’t.

Fixed the sewing machine, cleaned, and did the dishes. Tried to wash away my thoughts. Couldn’t.

Listened to music. Tried not to hear you in the lyrics. Couldn’t.

Almost dialed your number. Stopped. Almost dialed. Stopped. Put the phone down. Picked it up. Put it down again. Stared at it. Talked myself in and out of calling a hundred times. Forgot why I shouldn’t. Forgot everything but your voice. Picked up the phone.


Categories: april, Poetry
  1. April 1, 2013 at 1:03 pm

    Somebody is incredibly luck and apparently they don’t even know it!

    • April 1, 2013 at 1:36 pm

      Jim, you are very sweet! But this is almost entirely fiction. *grin* Thank you, though, for the wonderful compliment. 🙂

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