Mondays

You sent me off

to run errands

at six o’clock,

I returned at eight

after getting lost for hours,

the letters were still

in my hand,

I hid them down

the back of the bed,

you were unaware

that I was there,

too busy chatting

on the phone;

I never did ask

what was in those envelopes,

though I don’t believe

they were anything

of importance. 

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