sunday

it was a sunday and you'd barely thought about it,

you knew that was the only way it'd work.

so you went out,

you made sure to make it quick, and easy

and now you're walking away, thinking

if only he had turned around,

and you could have had one

last

moment

together,

maybe then it wouldn't hurt so bad,

but then again

maybe both of you turned around,

just not at the same time