i hate thursday's

A poem about a past love of mine. It's always hard for me to fathom how you can go from meaning everything to someone then go back to being nothing, at all.

remember when we went to the circus? ashley bought me that ridiculous sequined hat i liked. the blue one i wore out one day when you had to stop by the insurance company. i remember it was a thursday. thursday's you went out with the guys and i with the girls. i always missed you, though, wondered if you were having fun. sometimes i still wonder when thursday's roll around even though you don't think of me. i guess it's inevitable. i will always care. even if you can't. because you were my first. keep trying to find some spark of happiness to cling to, but nothing seems to mean much to me anymore. you were my dream. without you life just seems bland and colorless for you were the one to etch some color into my black and white world.
- linda m. crate