Poetry

Black Saturday

It was a Saturday

One of those that looked like stress

I remember I couldn’t stand the pressure
of cooking your food
of dealing with your sugariness
of loving you

It wasn’t a good time
But has it ever been

Have I ever come out of my hiding
Have I ever shown my soul,
my music,

have I sung to you?

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