Sunday

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The sky, overcoat gray

with spider legs of sun

greets me with a day.

The mirror shows me old

bulging with beer,

bulging with shame

for loving you.

My cat stares patiently

at her empty bowl.

I have nothing to give her.

The same hollow pain

repeats itself

as I dress in faded jeans

looking for a remnant of you

to wrap around my chest.

I stare shamefully at the cat,

the gnawing pain

she feels

I feel.

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