Days in a Week

Of all the days I tried forgiving you Monday was the worst.

Every Monday when I used to be late to work, I remember your arms around my shoulders telling me to calm down. I would always put a hand on my head to look at you in awe. How could someone be so sweet.

Tuesdays go away in a blur, with you busy on your schedules and me coming late to bed. I had always wondered if you had felt me getting underneath the sheets to grab every ounce of your warmth.

Wednesdays morning, you bring me my bed coffee, since it was your day off. I would always give you my goofy smile when you pat my hair like I was a little girl. Would you do the same if I bring you coffee in bed.

Thursdays were a breath of fresh air, I was the one to get up and shower. I would walk around in my office dress to see you in bed. I watched you yawn your eyes out until you can't find more sleep.

You loved Fridays more than weekends and now I know why, I was the one to come home first, to cook your favorite meal Fish and chips. Do you miss me cooking, because I do.

Saturdays were passing away in colors with both of staying late and binge watching my favorite series. I had never asked you, which one was your favorite. Am I too late for that .

Sunday, it was a mixture of emotions. Should I be happy that we were going out or sad that tomorrow was going to be the same. I felt like I was losing myself in the loop of the sameness. Of the same feeling and sane reactions.

I had always wondered, whether you were going in the same loop as mine. And is that you no longer can wake up from your sleep. Do you dream of me in it, with your favorite dress of mine. Do you hold me like before.