Saturday Job
Each Saturday,
The silence pushes me
Into my shallow, aching mind.
Some Saturdays,
I invite you in
And others you intrude.
Some Saturdays,
You love me
But others, you are rude.
This Saturday,
I dissect that conversation,
our conversation.
Next Saturday,
I will do the same.
Smiling to customers, you are nagging in my brain.
You have always been there.
Last Saturday and the one before
I wonder when the Saturday will come
That I don’t think about you
Anymore.
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