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“Thoughts of Monday”
Sunday
slowly rolls over
her
the whole day
lay before her
but she has
Monday
on her mind
unable to soak
up
the soft sun
that the day
was splashing
against her skin
it rolled right
off her
draining away
along with the
time
that Sunday called
it’s own,
she was well past
troubled
not wanting to
accept the facts
but too smart
a girl
to ignore
the way they
were dropping
into place
for her
so many little
things
that were hardly
noticeable before,
but now their
like tiny thorns
dragging against the
fabric
of her life
more of an
irritation
but still causing
the occasional tear
the kind she
knows
only get bigger
over time,
the sun tried
once more
to grab hold
of her
lift her up
with its warm
kisses
but she couldn’t
feel
its affection
nothing was getting
through to her
blocked out by
the dark clouds
in her head
she really tried
to love him
why couldn’t it
just work out
for her
for once,
she reaches out
for her cup of
coffee
sticks her finger
into the full
mug
coffee’s gone
cold
on a hot
summer day
she puts her
finger
into her mouth
her lips
separate
the coffee from
her finger
as she pulls it
from her mouth
she leans forward
in her chair
I have to
tell him
she whispers
she sticks her
finger
back into her
coffee
I’ll tell him
tomorrow,
she takes the
coffee
from her finger
in the same
fashion
as before
I’ll tell him
Monday…
Tom Allen…05-20-2018…
Sunday
slowly rolls over
her
the whole day
lay before her
but she has
Monday
on her mind
unable to soak
up
the soft sun
that the day
was splashing
against her skin
it rolled right
off her
draining away
along with the
time
that Sunday called
it’s own,
she was well past
troubled
not wanting to
accept the facts
but too smart
a girl
to ignore
the way they
were dropping
into place
for her
so many little
things
that were hardly
noticeable before,
but now their
like tiny thorns
dragging against the
fabric
of her life
more of an
irritation
but still causing
the occasional tear
the kind she
knows
only get bigger
over time,
the sun tried
once more
to grab hold
of her
lift her up
with its warm
kisses
but she couldn’t
feel
its affection
nothing was getting
through to her
blocked out by
the dark clouds
in her head
she really tried
to love him
why couldn’t it
just work out
for her
for once,
she reaches out
for her cup of
coffee
sticks her finger
into the full
mug
coffee’s gone
cold
on a hot
summer day
she puts her
finger
into her mouth
her lips
separate
the coffee from
her finger
as she pulls it
from her mouth
she leans forward
in her chair
I have to
tell him
she whispers
she sticks her
finger
back into her
coffee
I’ll tell him
tomorrow,
she takes the
coffee
from her finger
in the same
fashion
as before
I’ll tell him
Monday…
Tom Allen…05-20-2018…