An Ordinary Tuesday
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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