You’re a sure thing on a Friday,
I’m committed and full of optimism.
Evening comes,
Heart full and mind in complete lust.
Saturday morning,
Not ready to forget last night but happy to wake.
The day is full of both possibility and the unknown,
To take it as it comes, or take it as our own.
Today, for now, you are mine and I, forever yours.
Afternoon switches to night,
Reflection may make this moment last longer.
Our time is up,
Sunday has arrived and it is callus.
You’re pulling away from me,
I have no control and wonder if I ever did.
It’s an illusion as are you, only a figment.
Sunday is real as is time,
They are their own and bound to none.
They come and go but promised to no one,
Night has come as invited.
I close my eyes, knowing I face tomorrow alone.
I can’t see you, I can’t feel you.
Time will wash over me,
I, a shell of what I was when you were here.
But you get me every time,
Sunday blues.