Feeling that way, humdrum, a few days since mom died, my bad for not remembering the heavy weight that hangs around a good long while,

Hangs around my neck and over my head and in every room I walk into thick, dulled colors, no luster,

Though I think and feel better knowing she’s not suffering, knowing we have a path to closure,

Humdrum, humdrum, don’t have much else, save words and music and finding a flicker to smile at, chuckle at, but deep down,

Humdrum.