On mondays I wonder
how strange you'd think me
if you knew how far along
I have already planned the
wedding.

On tuesdays I imagine
the names of our children
and the possibility that maybe
one of them might have
blue eyes.

On wednesdays I write
letters to you that I'll
never ever send
but I still mean with all
my heart.

On thursdays I explore
all the different lives
that I could be living right now
and always come to the conlusion that
this one's best.

On fridays I remember
every single curve in your face
every tiny spot on your skin
and every worry line that I have
smoothed out.

On saturdays I cry
because eventually we will
grow old and come to the end
and we'll be too dead to be
together.

On sundays I pretend
that you are less important
than you really are
just so I can experience the
flood of wonder and excitement
when I stop.

05/15/2007

Author's Note: TRR

Posted on 05/16/2007
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