Fridays

I keep hoping to find a way to 

run into all your Fridays

hang around until the sun cries out

or when we decide it's time

shadows follow with every second step

lingering around the sudden smile

where hope resides.

my anguish isn't in the trying

or attempting to 

or even inside your beautiful words 

pressed between sullen flashes of gut wrenching flares

from the underside.

it's where you reside

and I've come to accept it.

accept you.

even when I don't want to, I find myself back

beside the same old track

and we go again

like pebbles and fine wine

I have always desired a love so rare

true love.

the kind we watch on the big screen

listen to with eager ears

not meant to be,

not with me.

the seeds of dysfunction were planted ages ago

before the smitten could rise

before the pattern was set

before rhythm had rhyme

and all I'm left with are these Fridays...

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[Alisa Js]

Thank you!

alisa

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~ am too moved to say much but please know that this is beautifully written... it's a heartsong that echoes...