Sundays are my Saddest Days - July 13, 2024

its sunsets I’ll never watch

if I ever kept a diary

that day would have the

briefest meaningless entries

afternoons always feel like

a death has already occurred

and the only thing left is the funeral

of another week in the early dusk

of evening

it might simply be the harsh grade

I give myself for Monday through Saturday

a measurement not of accomplishments

but places I never went but could have

people I didn’t meet but should have

or maybe it’s just the feeling of

who the hell am I and what the hell  

am I doing with my life

and the timer to answer those questions

never stops ticking