Sunday nights are historically bad
They were always the transition night
From weekend to weekday
From moms house to dads house
From one bed to another
They still haunt me
Impossibly difficult to settle thoughts, try as I might to be in the now
You are safe, you are loved, you are okay
On repeat in my mind as a migraine knocks on my skull
I hear you, pain
I hear you, past
I hear you, future
It's just another Sunday night
