It’s Monday at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I
want a cup of coffee and you.
I wish I had your 3 pm yawn and
your 5pm exhausted smile.
I wish I had your, “It’s
7, is there anything on tonight, babe?”
I wish I had your
8pm head on my lap, eyes fluttering shut as I run my fingers
through your hair.
I want your 9:45 sleepy voice. “Is it
bed time, babe?”
I want your 10pm tooth brushing and your
10:05 stripping of clothes. I want your 10:10 pulling down the
covers and the way you slide into bed.
I want the contented
sigh, your arm around my waist. I want your sleepy shoulder
kisses and your, “I love you, sleep well.”
I want
you at 6 am and at 2 pm. I want you on good Monday’s and
bad Mondays and every day in between.
