Sunday Afternoon

Pills to kill your pill addiction
cockroach crawling down your spine
where have you been dear paranoia
tell me a secret and I'll tell you mine
and the wind keeps blowing
across this place
banging on windows like eager salesmen
I yell "come in" but you never do;
it's Sunday afternoon
and all I can think of are
the bike rides
rosy cheeks
and sunset
dinner time and vacuuming the stairs
the sound of football on the tv
as I look out my window
nervousness
so much nervousness
and nostalgia
constantly
goodnight my dear
I hope you get better soon