sunday

I'm like monday morning's late breakfast, 

with the forgotten aftertaste of sunday's calm on your mouth still

and a yearning for bed 

and a yearning for faster hours.

I'm monday afternoons that look a lot like saturdays
but feel like due dates and boys that don't text back
and you can almost taste the hours unraveling in your mouth.

I'm tuesday's unnecessary shower
and wednesday's jokes that got old on monday
and thursday's purchase that shouldn't have been made.

i'm friday's after-midnight drag
and only a few people will feel me like the sun on saturday mornings.

but i only needed to wake up a few people,
and the rest of you can go looking for yours.

for your monday evening people who know how to fall asleep,
for your after-school-event-on-tuesdays kind of people.
your people who spell wednesday wrong on purpose
and your thursday night groupies that come up with friday's adventures.

i hope you find your saturday lovers,
your mind-reeling kisses that push you past curfew
and handholds that have you playing back the hours.

but i hope you don't forget sunday's calm.

sunday's silence.

sunday's forget-me-not attitude

that waits patiently all week for you to wake up loving her

and fall asleep, mad at her for leaving too soon.

i hope you remember sunday's calm
over your monday morning late breakfast,
all over again.