My Voice
weekend
Weekend
Friday melts
into a puddle of Saturday.
Saturday fills with white noise
and mindless tasking.
I linger
anticipate movement
wait for something
to change the inevitable,
Sunday , without you.
Mary
Friday melts
into a puddle of Saturday.
Saturday fills with white noise
and mindless tasking.
I linger
anticipate movement
wait for something
to change the inevitable,
Sunday , without you.
Mary
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weekend
weekend