Sunday. 21.8.2016

It is another Sunday that I woke up hangover,

headache, 1 pm in the afternoon,

Yet another Sunday waking up

thinking of you.

I sent you a message wishing your Sunday is a great one.

No reply - as a million dollar lottery, I have won.

It is the end, I know.

I have to deal with this disease inside me, for long

with a hope to get recovered, for long.