It's should be an ordinary day
when I got home late
and tired from a long day
It should be the end of the day
when I sat back with my feet stretched across the table
watching political news that I didn't really understand
It shouldn't be raining
and clashing thunder
until one phone call
There I was,
heavy shoulder
tangled mind
cold hands
eyes closed
I was sitting on the floor,
crying over the phone
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