A Week Without You

'Til we meet again, my friend.

IT IS SUNDAY.
i wait for you at the door of the church
while a priest preaches the gospel.
12 o'clock strikes and it's noon,
but still, you never come.

IT IS MONDAY.
i wake, bathe, then dress,
if only to see you in the corridors.
but in the crowd of other faces,
yours was not to be found anywhere.

IT IS TUESDAY.
the door of the classroom yawns open,
its sound rousing me from sleep.
but i feel disappointment surge
when i see not you but a teacher enter.

IT IS WEDNESDAY.
the bell rings, a cacophony in my ears.
someone tugs my sleeve away;
"you need to stop this," they say,
but still i stay to wait for you to come.

( they told me to let you go, but i couldn't )

IT IS THURSDAY.
i walk down the road alone.
they say familiarity brings comfort,
but nothing here is familiar
when you're not here by my side.

IT IS FRIDAY.
students cheer, students celebrate.
"thank god, it's friday," they chant.
"please god, bring him back,"
i say differently as my eyes water.

IT IS SATURDAY.
autumn blows its last breeze my way.
next day, i wake up to snow
and i half-expected still
to see you by my window.

IT IS SUNDAY, AGAIN.
and i am in church, again.
but after today's mass, i leave;
down the lone road, enter the cemetery,
'til i arrive in front of your grave.

( nobody told me how hard it would be to move on )

Reviews

[William Liston]

This poem is so sad. I like how you used a straight-forward stlye in this; it really made it easy to read and understand, and, in my opinion, it complimented the melancholy of this piece. I also like how the mood shifts in this piece. At first, it starts out sad yet hopeful; the reader thinks that there's at least a chance of that person coming. Then, as the story progresses, the melancholy becomes more and more clear, and it is obvious that the one you are waiting for has died. Such a sad story; I enjoyed reading it. Well done.

-William Liston

[Chrys Marie]

I'm glad to know of your observation on this one, thank you so much.

[William Liston]

Oh, I forgot to mention, the word 'half' in the second-to-last stanza needs to be changed to 'have.'

[Chrys Marie]

I think I actually meant 'half-expect' so maybe I should put a dash between those two words instead?

[William Liston]

Yes. That would work just fine.

[Chrys Marie]

Thanks for bringing this to my attention.

[Shabeeh Haider]

Strange that even after some one has left for good and we know that they will never return the wait and the hope does not abate.
A simple, straight forward write that strikes the heart because of the gloom that it portrays.

[Chrys Marie]

Thank you for your insight.