I Think My Calender Stopped
It should be later.
But it’s not.
It feels later.
Not hours.
Days.
Like maybe Sunday.
But I’d be watching football.
Not sitting here.
Wondering.
Why the week isn’t through.
Tags: bad poetry
It should be later.
But it’s not.
It feels later.
Not hours.
Days.
Like maybe Sunday.
But I’d be watching football.
Not sitting here.
Wondering.
Why the week isn’t through.