Sunday

"It's a nice day, isn't it?"
--"why, yes, of course it is."
took another sip of my coffee,
signaled them to walk away

hung over and tired.
i can't even find my glasses
jesus christ, the old crazy lady is playing the piano, again.

but I guess I shouldn't care.
when you think about it..
shes living through those keys
and i'm hiding behind mine