Ephemeral Rhythms

fridays

fridays

seven in the morning as the sunlight comes in
through the window, letting the day begin
the wind will whisper as if it knows my name,
so I'll wake up and everything feels the same

it's a friday again, just have some classes to stress,
but still, there's a mountain of things to address.
and so I get up, wash my face, sip my tea..
alone in these walls, just my thoughts and me

the day is starting, but I already feel tired,
used to being alone, my silence seems required
but in this friday, I started to realize,
how much I miss a friend's warm eyes

I can be alone, but loneliness sometimes hits,
like the empty night that never quits
another sigh, as I write this down,
just hoping to turn my mood around

then I'll get lost in my tasks, forget the time,
I'll wait for sleep again to make things fine
hoping when I wake up, I will feel at ease,
and being alone this time won't bring me to my knees.

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[07:32am]

msjroses