Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Waffles

By the time I get to bed and sit in front of the laptop
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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