The zeitgeist was getting the best of me---
always asking the bare minimum of an explanation
and running away
My age was beginning to show because in the course of our friendship
you and me
we had completed a six year week
it happened.just like that.crept up and blew on the back of my ear.
the 11th was a Tuesday again.you know.and then we have to do new things with the other morning moving parallel and taunting us.
like a bad carousel
spinning alone in a dark park
and only the trees could remember that day
lights dimming with the tuesdays into the next century
until they forgot us
like we knew they would.
because the days of the week never meant anything to anyone.who wasn't waking up to it.
all
I always knew Tuesday's child was dimmer!
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