Rainy Monday Blues

We all just end up Ghosts

When it rains on a Monday evening

And she lays in your arms,your heart Contemplating the thought of leaving

Don't think of me 

That's not what I want the memory of me to be 

A naked ghost between two naked bodies 

I'd rather   be the sweet test of coffee that flows warm down your throat on Tuesday morning 

While you watch silver clouds part to give way for a golden Shining

I'd rather be the warm bed that holds you close on a Wednesday night 

When she goes back to her mother's house after your big fight 

I'd rather be that little taste of freedom you feel when you wake early on a Thursday 

because she isn't there to tare at your ego with the sharp words she'd say

id rather be the Friday night you spend at the local bar

the whisky you use to turn your wound into a scar

id rather be the Saturday night

the bottle of liquor you choose to take her place by your side

but above all, id rather be the thoughts you have on a lazy Sunday

the regret stuck in your throat for letting a woman down 

on her birthday.

Reviews

[Damien Ridge]

This is a very unique poem I feel. "I'd rather be" and being all the good things this person enjoys when their lover isn't around. Very cool, thanks for sharing!