dawn creeps in, stealing slumber from beneath me
leaves me disoriented, warmed but still so cold with yearning
reluctant to give up the ghost of you
Sunday creeps in, stealing Saturday evening from me
where all is quiet and
my fingers grip my glass of wine
and my thighs grip my favorite blanket close to me
where my mind is free to wander to Saturday nights
where memories were made by you and me.
and I don't disfavor you Sunday
I just wish you were delayed
wish Saturday had stayed
long enough for another memory to be made
He's engraved in my heart
beautifully etched, and horribly scarred.
Maybe Sunday's more my style
soft and easy and might stay for a while
Maybe Sunday can return my smile.
