It’s Sunday and the national news is bad.
My head hurts from the night I just had;
What a year it has been;
I’m thinking of you again.
Content with peace of mind;
And yet like insanity as it is defined;
Same thing again and again;
Alone with family and friends.
This love is as strong as any cult;
Cannot expect a different result;
Baffled in the grocery aisle;
The black tea makes me smile.
Cherish the moments and what it really means;
And there you are in distressed blue jeans.
I keep showing up and so do you;
Oh it’s real! And it’s true.
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