it's awkward and tense. it often is when
every word is read and not heard.
but this is different somehow. it's
forced.
maybe you're busy or i
am needier than i would ever admit.
maybe i have done wrong
again.
i'm getting anxious.
primal instincts kick in. fight or
flight.
i'm getting weaker.
i'm pushing you away with hands that shake
flight.
every time it goes off it isn't you. so
i just stop checking.
flight.

it's finally monday. i survived the three days.
tomorrow
i can finally speak again. you will hear my words.
i will breathe new life into this
struggle.
it's finally monday. i survived you being
gone. tomorrow i can take a step
forward
because you are there again to walk with me.
it's finally monday. i survived your obligations
to the part of your life that i don't
belong.
tomorrow i can pretend it didn't hurt. i can
put the walls back up because
it's finally monday.