Wasted Weekdays

Monday: too soon after I am gone, the missing stings with an acid tang. I feel you close, yet every mile, every second pulls me farther & longer away, & I resist. Monday I rail against the wind.

Tuesday: too long until Friday, a week's worth of longing in a compact 24-hour legacy of keen awareness of separation. Tuesday I stare at the mountain of days.

Wednesday: too long gone, too long til I return. In limbo, teetering on the brink of memory, above the chasm of empty days. Wednesday I chase my shadow.

Thursday: too much loneliness, no touch, too much do I yearn for you, & I must do it again tomorrow. Thursday I curse the sun.

Friday: too many days alone, sleep will not rescue me, the clock ticks too slowly. Tonight I will hold you. Friday I beg for sunset.

Saturday I wake & sit anxious to see your face, knowing the day will be filled with you.
Sunday I crave your eyes on mine & grieve that I must leave you again tonight.

The days turn, my love for you grows, an eternity looms until you are in my arms every day. Tick off the days, my darling: though the number falls, it still seems forever...