An unexplained headache
You just don't feel like you.
Another Monday, I'm missing you
An unsurprising heartache
I wish I didn't love you.
Another Monday, recovering from booze
A story for my sake?
I don't want your excuse.
A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.