September 2011
1 post
Grief
Morose
The hour was growing late as I stepped through my front door
My long day at work and the bus ride home
Had put me in a mood which was somewhat sombre.
This mood was reflected in my home as the warm summer sun faded
Long shadows cast across my lounge room floor.
I carelessly tossed my bag onto the dining room table
As I made a hopeless expedition to the fridge
Searching
For...