Someday Sundays

Someday Sundays won't be spent missing you an end to a long week's wondering why, and where time took us Maybe Mondays could be viewed as a beginning to better understanding the shadows that dance across the long stared at ceiling Truthfully Tuesdays would be constructively utilized if I looked beyond the temptation to look back upon smoldering ashes Wishing Wednesdays weren't mid week reminders of countless hours counting ways to revisit words said and silence heard Thinking Thursdays might feel shorter if I saw the distance travelled to get this far from where we left off Frequently Fridays sneak around the corner catching me unaware that I've grown a little further from the hurt Somehow Saturdays aren't all about making plans and parties as much as poise and prospects for peaceful retreat Someday Sundays won't be spent missing you....