Days of the Weak

I wont come see you on Monday anymore 
because that was the day you made me cry 
but you know I just might come back 
and listen to you rehearse 
and entertain the angels I forgot 

I wont be coming back on Thursday 
because that was the day you bruised me again 
but you know I’ll be back another day 
and listen to you apologize 
and humble me again 

How's Tuesday for you? 
Because that was the day I couldn't handle myself 
but we both know 
we do that even when we're not alone 

I'll see you Saturday 
because that was the day we were honest with one another 
and I know I might have appreciated it in 
a whole other way than you 

I won't be there Wednesday 
and so many threatening reasons and lies 
hold us back 
and what we don’t do 
can't hurt anybody 

Are you busy Friday? 
Care to decide our fate of another day?? 
Maybe we've figured it out yesterday, 
or we'll figure it out someday 
that it was all born the same day. 

Tell the rain not to drop 
but never tell time stop
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace