Every Monday morning,
My teacher repeats the same command.
"Look alive" she says,
Even though, I already feel dead.
Along with all the other days of the week too.
And add to that list,
The past few weeks,
And since you've been gone,
Go ahead and add the past year too.
I could blame it on the fact,
That it's Monday,
But I know that's not true.
It's that you've been long gone,
But a part of me,
Still seems to miss you.