An Ordinary Tuesday



I don't dream about weddings.

I dream about Tuesday.

About hearing,

"I'm on my way home."

About picking up two dinners

without having to ask.

About someone saving me
the last slice,

because they knew
I'd want it.

People think loneliness
is an empty house.

It isn't.

Loneliness

is realizing

everyone you love

already has somewhere

they're supposed to be.

And you're grateful
they let you visit.

But eventually...

you go home.

Alone.

I don't dream about forever.

I dream about having

just one ordinary Tuesday

where nobody

has to leave.

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