My days of the week

Monday,
I’m melancholic and sad
all I have are work, work, work
But though, I’m here
I know still, in day’s time
I’ll see you again.

Tuesday,
How I hope I could bump unto you
How I hope to catch a glimpse
of your wandering soul
but still, I know I expect much
from someone who disappears
so easily.

Wednesday,
My prayers are heeded,
I saw you once more.
Once, twice, no matter how many times.
I could just stare if not only
for my vanity and pride

Thursday,
yesterday’s happiness
seemed to overflow,
my desire is nothing more
but a speck of dust.
Though it is so,
it’s fine, I could still
offer you a smile
over hallway encounters.

Friday,
Again, it’s a day of completeness
I look at you, you look at me
then you nod and look down
down to your goal
down with your murmurs
and complicated terms.

Saturday,
I began to doubt
my own existence,
maybe I’m a ghost
maybe it wasn’t meant to be
yet maybe, you don’t
really know what I really feel

At last, it’s Sunday.
Another day, another week.
tomorrow would be another day
would you ever see me
in the light the way that I could?

-August 14, 2008