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That Cursed Sunday

Poetry Sunday (the day I lost you)

We were together
that Sunday morning
having breakfast, sharing laughs
“How blessed was my life,” I thought
As a lovely sunny day, it was
I asked you to go for a walk
but with your family on my phone
you wanted to talk
so I left you positively chirpy
and went out to hug some trees
On my return, I found you no more
there was a note on the table
to come to the hospital…