The Specific Sadness of a Sunday Evening
By Saywisely
1 min read
Jun 23, 2024
The sun dips low, a final gleam,
Disturbing a weekend dream.
The air grows thick, the light grows thin,
And lets the coming Monday in.
A quiet weight, a gentle dread,
For all the words that must be said.
The laundry's folded, clean and neat,
A small and bittersweet defeat.
Disturbing a weekend dream.
The air grows thick, the light grows thin,
And lets the coming Monday in.
A quiet weight, a gentle dread,
For all the words that must be said.
The laundry's folded, clean and neat,
A small and bittersweet defeat.