Monday, April 10, 2017


So it's late on a Monday.

Later than usual.

The sound of the wind lacks the comfort it has when I am not scurrying across keyboards to finish my work.

I feel a sharp pinch of loss,
I felt it more strongly when the sun set.

I miss the light that I know will come back tomorrow.

I think I loved you.

I cannot wait.

Riley Welch

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