Monday is hanging over my head
like every other day
you aren't here
soon it will melt away
to Tuesday
and maybe I will forget
but then again
maybe not.
by the time Wednesday rolls around
I might not know your name
Wait -
What letter does it start with?
A?
On Thursday I've given up
on quitting
as a Marlboro Light
sits in between my lips,
taking a place that should be yours.
Friday brings a drunken night
on which you call to check up on me
I answer because otherwise
I wouldn't be able to face the truth
of the end of what should have been
the beginning.
