A Sunday Morning

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It was a Sunday morning.

Calm with the realization stress.

The stress that’s from the night before.

And the night before was something too tragic to remember

and too exhausting to forget.

And if I could forget I would give it my life.

But my life is too short with a quarter of it already lost.

And lost is too short a word to understand.

But if I could understand wouldn’t it still be another calm Sunday morning.