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The mutation left me colorblind
Reds are black
Blues are grey
No recollection of clear blue skies
Mind's selective
Memory pulled the blinds
Now I'm defective
Amnesia...

Sundays are the worst
No work
Previous evening ends around 3am
Passed out
Rocked to sleep by warm anticipation

"-Man I love Sunday mornings
Waking up hot, sweaty
Lovingly entangled with She
In the centre of our bed
-Huh...Wes...
-Sunday is the best!
Do you know it's my week's highlight?
Our day off together
Me and my wife
I can't wait!
-Wes listen
-Just taking it easy and sleeping in
Gotta love those Sunday mornings man
Sunday mornings!"

Wake up suddenly
On the left side of the bed
Right side seems untouched
Feels cold
Cold as dead
Where is she...
Dizzied by the unexpected scent
Of troubled sleep
I call her name
The response
The deafening sound of absence
"-Do you remember now Wes?
-Yeah, She is gone"
Amnesia
Sundays are the worst.