I saw you on a Tuesday
Amidst a sea of bodies, a plethora of faces—
Faces lit up with liveliness yet holding no light for me—
An overcast sky, but the sun shone suddenly
When I saw you on a Tuesday.
Forget it, I thought,
But forgetting that face is like forgetting the stars—
Such an impossible and foolish feat;
On pitch black nights I will need the memory
Of when I saw you on a Tuesday.
I met you on a Wednesday
At a table full of people who made me feel alone;
I felt your approach intensely before you came
Like a railroad feeling a coming train—
You shook me when we met on a Wednesday.
A handful of exchanged words,
An apprehension that would sear at the touch—
I watched and was caught when I let my eyes roam,
And never before did I feel more alone
Than when I met you on a Wednesday.
The past flashed before my eyes
And left me as stranded as the present,
Which was a joy so great it felt like a void of sorrow;
My heart told me, “You’ll regret this tomorrow,”
But I already regretted meeting you on a Wednesday.
I missed you on a Thursday,
Drowning in the water I let slip through my fingers
When all I wanted was a drink—I watch it in my mind,
A silent film unfolding in black-and-white—
I missed my chance—and you on a Thursday.
Despair was deferred only by the hope
Of basking again in your Tuesday-light
And redeeming myself by reliving that Wednesday meet;
I will not let that Thursday repeat—
There was a glimmer of hope for a Friday.