We both tried to say our
goodbyes on a Wednesday.
On Thursday you tried to tell me something that you couldn't say.
Then you promised to sing
our song for me on Friday.
On Saturday we said farewell even though we both wanted to stay.
Sunday came and went
but all you ever did was pray.
I got worried about
where you were on Monday.
But it seems it was Tuesday
when you finally went away.
YOU ARE READING
daisy.
PoetryTo Ree, May you always dream of tall mountains and white cloudy skies. To be happy is to be able see the world through your wondrous eyes. -Will
