Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Monday



Monday has a bad reputation

Before dawn,
Already frowned upon.
A lousy onset
Before it even started.

Monday has a bad reputation
I am dragging myself out of bed

When I should be clenching my fists,
Going in for the kill.

The titillating hope of the beginning
The victory dance when one wins
You gave me Friday this morning.

I have been in love with you
Since that first night
I laid eyes on you;

Still turning it around
Eight years in.

You and I,
An empty bar,

Rewriting Monday's light.


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