Four minutes after Sunday, a man on the internet plays his acoustic guitar.
His shaky falsetto wiggles through my ears
And his words about heaven and hell remind me
How real the ridiculous sounds.
Five minutes into Monday, I take off my shirt and throw back the covers.
Refrigerator whirs clink across the tile
And bass shakes down the dresser into the carpet;
How ridiculous reality sounds.
Six minutes after Sunday, I squint at thirteen inches LED.
Hair fumbles like silk curtains down your shoulders
And espresso eyes remind me
How I miss loving you.
Seven minutes into Monday, all is silent.
I invent reasons to replay conversations
And debate one last cup of coffee in your honor;
How I love missing you.
Two minutes until Tuesday, I weave my way through faces at a harbor,
Wishing one would be yours...
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