last week

Weekends kill me waiting
stuck moving and breathing
on a forty-eight hour flight
back to yours.
weekday morning breathe me back
into saying your name again
where I know only countless mistakes
that will create
the longest weekend ive ever lived.
Where I am far from you.
Monday, grab me ungrateful.
Take me to Tuesday.

Reviews

[Grumpie]

I felt this one. Seems a bit ouchy, wishing you much love friend. Remember to breathe for yourself too, regardless you have beautiful imagery.

[s.azeem]

Thank you, bit of an old poem and I've come a ways since, much love