I have been with this feeling from the last three or four days. Something seems to have changed. I couldn't articulate what, neither could I point it out. The poem below, by William Thomas Moore captures the feeling perfectly, to the T.
what will happen
now? she asks.
now, i say,
now,
the dishes will pile
up in the sink
and there will
only be one
pair of shoes at the door.
1 comment:
Aw. HECK.
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