By Your Side

West Of December

Long Farewell

Standing On The Platform

Sunday Mourning 
By: Scott Hadala

put toast in toaster
Heat up some tea
Then it just hits me
I lean over and cry

Sparked by a tune
About sweet gratitude 
a lonely reminder
Of loss in my life
 
Tea pot is steaming
Toast starts burning
I can’t stop hurting
No matter how hard I try

	I want to write you a letter
	But heavens got no address
	They say in time, “I swear it gets better”
	But prayers don’t make it hurt any less	

I sink to the floor
dog licks my tears
Now that I’m here
I think I’ll stay for awhile  

I’ve gone through the motions
checked my emotions
But this Sunday morning
I’m not trying to smile

	Perhaps that’s just living
	In time I’ll be standing
	But as the kettle keeps weeping 
	I sit alone on the tile
	
	I want to write you a letter
	But heavens got no address
	They say in time, “I swear it gets better”
	But prayers don’t make it hurt any less

	I want to write you a letter
	But heavens got no address
	They say in time, “I swear it gets better”
	But prayers don’t make it hurt any less

Hadala

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