Manic Monday plays on the radio
I hear the husband
Turn the volume down low
As the kettle whistles
I step forward for a kiss
Grasping my diary
I read entries from the week
Paint-splattered pages
Disgraced/displaced
I ask, How was I?
You were ill
I can see that in my words
My scribbles and doodles
Frantically recorded
Bus/train tickets hoarded
Where was I?
This is the pattern
Disappearing for a day or two
Walking the streets
Reliving my teens
I grieve
I shriek, I was ill
Tablets on the tabletop
Shocked by my morning shyness
Retracing my steps
I missed a day or two
Maybe a few
We eat breakfast
Carelessly
Just relieved
I am home and safe
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