It always rains on a monday...

She lowers her head and cries.
She has a half-eaten bowl of cereal
Just under her bed, and she's crying.

She left
The light on in her bathroom and
A slit leg of pantyhose over her
Bathroom sink, and she's crying.

As I watch a bug crawl across the floor.
I step on it.
Before returning
To hug her,
To hear her crying.

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