My Inner Monologue

Between Sunday and Forever

So it happened, between Sunday and forever,

when they drew a curtain between me and the world.

It wasn’t loud (no one screamed – not even me),

I thought it would be a storm, but it wasn’t – it was a breeze,

and I knew somewhere below, a soft beginning was being lifted into the light.

“Happy birthday to you!”, they sang. 🥰

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