I wonder if one day I will look
back on this day.
An insignificant Monday
sitting on the floor cross-legged.
A bowl of vegetables in my lap.
For the sunset.
Or maybe something bigger.
Drinking wine from a glass that says Jess on it.
As if I would mistake my glass for
I won’t. I drink alone.
I wonder if I will remember
as those days.
Those waiting days.
I’m in a weird mood today.
I think it’s this time of year.
My phone does say tomorrow is a
“probable period day”.
Or maybe it’s just this weather.
This stifling heat.
It clings desperately.
It does not want me to drink alone. I am restless.
And the clouds roll up and down the mountain.
Even they don’t know
what to do with themselves.
The air is so thick. And stagnant.
Like it too
is waiting for something
Or maybe just a sunset.
One thought on “Thunder perhaps. Or maybe just a sunset.”
Where you are, there you are..
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