Someday Sundays Poem by Susan Lacovara

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....