Business As Usual

It’s Easter Sunday
I drag myself out of bed
and put on my dress
Just business as usual

It’s Easter Sunday
I cook breakfast, eat
and say goodbye to my guest
Just business as usual

Then
A phone call
Hushed, worried voices
A door closed

“An accident…Josh…”
I don’t need to ask if he’s gone
I feel like I've just been punched in the stomach
"Wow"

It’s Easter Sunday
A long day awaits
I sit in church in my tight,itchy dress trying to stifle my tears
It’s no longer business as usual

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