Open Poetry #33 |
What If Sunday Never Comes |
JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
What If Sunday Never Comes What would I do on a Monday, if I wanted to be close to you, and you told me that you were busy and Sunday would have to do. Or Tuesday, what if I desired your companionship, what if I needed someone to scratch my back, what if, what if. How about Wednesday, suppose I wanted to take a moonlit walk on the beach in the silky sand, would you be available to accompany me, would you understand. What if on a Thursday, I was hungry for a kiss, would you be there to take care of me, would you caress my lonely lips. And Friday, that could be a special time, for a romantic dinner or a movie, I could be yours and you could be mine. Saturday would come and go without a trace of your smiling face, and I would find myself awaiting Sunday, so you could fit me into my place. Finally Sunday arrives, and I have survived another week without you, but Sunday seems to come and go so quickly and I find myself in the middle of another week without you. JamesLee September01 2004 |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I like this one very much - enjoyed. Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada |
i adored this,i felt i was living through each day with you. killer poem |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Not too shabby JM, this reminds me of how I feel every week when I head back to work on Monday....Sundays never seem very long, and certainly one would want that when such passion is involved... |
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