Sometimes, Mondays aren’t my favorite.
Actually, I don’t think it’s ever been my favorite.
On these days particularly though, I miss you more than ever.
The moment I wave you good-bye, it’s as if I’m planting a boulder in my chest until the next time I see you.
These grey days don’t help either.
It’s early and I know your sleeping.
I have dreams of missing you and wake up with the feeling even stronger.
You say it’s just for now yet that’s all I see..
When will it ever not be now?
When will there be a day I don’t have to wave you good-bye for long instead only for trips or days at the office?
It’s Monday and this day will go by fast. I intend on it.
I count the moments I see you again;
I count the moments I can breathe again;
Some days are just easier than others. Is that ok?