Moody

Moody is the weight on my life’s force

That takes its place once a month

When grandma knocks the door

A week passes, grandma departs, the weight dissipates

All that is left are tiny little pieces that weigh so little

Waiting to coalesce when grandma knocks again

via Daily Prompt: Moody

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