what I wish for now

I want a sliver of my life to feel normal again. I want iced coffee on a day that is much too cold. I want to drive like we used to, to go somewhere and not feel exposed. Or like we are doing the exposing? I want to not feel so alone, so limited, so unsure.

I want Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.

I miss a lot of things, a lot of people too. I miss sunshine and coffee shops and toddlers smiling at me while their mothers wipe food from their faces. I miss parks and bars that only play sports on TV. I miss bumping into people at our favorite restaurants.

But I miss Sunday, Sunday, Sunday’s the most.