No more yours and mine
Days are grey by design
Please stop asking, I’m never fine
Struggling to get myself together
It’s constantly pouring
No matter the weather
When lost, wishing I were immune
I find myself at our greasy spoon
Or your favourite spot at the lagoon
© 2025 Samantha Williams. All Rights Reserved.
Thank you, Sammi, for the Weekend Writing Prompt – Lagoon, 48 Words.










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