It’s a Monday, and I’m wondering about you - what your days look like now. I create pictures in my head. Maybe you’re across the world, a million miles away. Maybe you’re sitting in that same coffee shop.
As for me? I still listen to Sam Cooke whilst making dinner, and I’d still take a dense chocolate brownie over a fruity dessert any day. I wear the same pair of pants I had when we were together. I haven’t changed all that much.
I no longer look you up online. I haven’t for months. It’s helped a lot in letting go, though the questions still linger. Are you a million miles away, or are you sitting in that same coffee shop?
And do you ever find yourself thinking of me on a Monday?