I wrote this based on a conversation I had with a friend over 40 years ago.
My friend had stopped by for a visit. She was living a hard life and married to a good for nothing biker dude. She had a son and her son was about three at the time.
I walked her out to her car and before she got in she told me, ” sometimes I wish it would snow and me and ( her husband and son ) would see it through our bedroom window and we feel warm and peaceful and happy and then we would fall asleep and never wake up again.
That was the saddest conversation I have ever had in my life.
I had a dream that the world had ended.
In my dream I wasn’t sure if it had just ended or if it had ended 50 years ago.
The houses and trees and even the sky above me were covered with dust and the air was
( if there was any air at all ).
And I thought I would feel a little sad
maybe even a little scared or lost that the world had ended so quietly
and the only person left to mourn it was me
al I felt was relief
sweet, sweet relief
that it was gone,
2 thoughts on “Sunday Mourning”
Anita, I thought about they post a bit since I first read it, and I agree that would have to be one of the saddest things possible.
It really was and still is.