Sunday evening

by apoorvmat

The cafes are all bare on Sunday evening
A few awkward silences and a stare on Sunday evening.

You’ll find this odd but all weekend I think
Just how will I fare on Sunday evening?

There’s always a funny smell in the tram
When I step out for fresh air on Sunday evening.

Do they actually dim the lights, make them go pale
My eyes don’t find it fair on Sunday evening.

This world is about to unleash its insecurities
Positive thinking is rare on Sunday evening.

Emotional eating can easily go out of hand
You must take care on Sunday evening.

There’s more out there feeling the way you feel Apoorva
Would they lay it bare on Sunday evening?