Darkening sky
another Sunday night,
a memory of
an afternoon spent
with Netflix and sunlight.
Gazing out the window
a book in hand,
resting my eyes on a red bird
sitting thoughtfully
on the fence.
Where’s the happiness gone?
Why are they so fleeting?
This empty feeling of
just having said goodbye
to another rosy week.
Plan against the time
busying the mind.
Pray for a friend
to churn the thickness
with some wine.
Oh red bird
where have you gone?
The contentment I felt I could indulge,
why would it be now
somewhere else?
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