home on a monday
it’s after eight o’clock
and you’ve yet to call
my mind is drifting
heart barely beating
the weekend it seems
never really existed
it was merely reality
wrapped in a dream
all the miles recorded
by air and land and sea
play back repeatedly
like a silent movie
perhaps I forgot to say
I’ll be home by monday
or perhaps I never said
exactly where I’d be
june two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
This is one of my favorites! Love this one!
Elated you love this one, Kristina – thank you so much!
I really love that you read them! LOVE that!
Thank you so much, Lara. xo
This is exactly what it felt like I should have done yesterday.
😀