Goodbye, Tuesdays

Dear you,

To the brisk morning walk, the polish ladies, the dirty hangers, the sweet snacks
To the lovely mother and her shy child, the smell of old shoes, the organizing of books
To the bag filled with items ranging from jackets to jewelry, the hot hot water
To the ATM keypad, the library's return box, the Commonwealth Bank men
To the crunching of gravel, the ducking of trees, the teens enjoying their midday break
I bid you farewell. For you've been apart of my life and will not be forgotten.

Sincerely,
Shae