A regular Sunday afternoon
My only company, the sound of the dryer
Finishing my pb&j because
I don’t want to do my homework
Trying to occupy myself
Just long enough to not analyse poetry for class
And this is what I do every Sunday
But I’m not going to remember it
I won’t be feeling like this on Monday
When I’m back at school and my work is due
This feeling of a quiet Sunday is short lived
For it only lives on Sundays
No feelings ever last
Like the feelings I felt a year ago
I don’t know what it feels like
To drive on silverbell and almost be home
To eat lunch outside by the track
To say “booksack” and not have to laugh it off when I get questioned
For everyone to know my real name
To not be annoyed at my parents every time they speak
To have dark hardwood floors
To have lots of friends
I can’t think of anything else
I forgot
But I have to go finish my homework now