7th Of The Month
I walked in as I did every 7th of the month
And as I caught up on the situation,
I noticed a fly go into the room.
The fly landed on the wall
Where the stains of the previous attempt blackened the walls.
And I wept as would a child without their mother.
As it bounced off and approached the next
I wept as if it come for me
And it did as I knew it would. And I knew.
I feel this way because i just lost my best friend
