It’s Thursday and with a crappy day at work…
Is writing of a happy time
The remains of the day, what you choose it to be
If darkness scares you today
With familiarity bred contempt
A youth of caprice is what they say
I have been waiting with beads of sweat running down my temple.
He had left me drowning like a bowling ball. And my small cafe was all that was keeping me afloat.
“Toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee”. My sugar starved brain is screaming, “Toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee”.
Max is rather crabby today. He hates distractions and is not a fan of my abstract sentimentality either. As I laugh, he turns his attention back to our quarry…
As always I run huffing and panting to catch the bus.