Unpause the episode of Grace and Frankie I was watching
The butter had melted and formed small golden pools in the
Waffles I made for dinner
And between picking one up and taking a bite
It hits me that I will be lonely, alone for the rest of my life
It's moments like these that I dread the most
Everything seems as good as they will ever get
And then the universe throws a curveball at you
And nothing seems right anymore
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