Wednesday


It might have been Wednesday
I'll have to check,
It was Wednesday when you left
But
Perhaps
It was Wednesday that first time too.
It was every Wednesday for a while;
For three seasons.
If it was Wednesday, you cooked a meal that
Went perfectly with the next three seasons.
It might have been a Wednesday when you
Said you'd be staying for many more Wednesdays.
I think it was Wednesday when I
Pleaded-
Begged-
Asked you to take me with you on that
Wednesday you were leaving.
Not a good idea.
Wilting,
You heard me cry like you never heard a human cry.
It might have been a Wednesday when you whispered me to sleep,
It was Wednesday when you left and now, I know Wednesday.
I know every Wednesday.
Wednesday was when you left, and I felt as empty as I was feeling
Before that first
Wednesday we met.

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