Full Moon Blues
It was there all week.
I could hear it in her voice.
See it in the stoop of her shoulders, the dejected tones and melancholy conversations.
But the worst was the eyes. Because you know the eyes never lie, don't you?
Of course the only reason I noticed it in her was because she saw it in me first.
My eyes aren't any different than anyone elses.
And sometimes they know things before even I do.
Time never changes here and I mean that several ways.
Right now it means work starts one hour earlier, hence, so do I.
Once tomorrow comes, it will mean something else.
Just another manic Monday indeed.
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