Come Tuesday Poem by The Poet Darkling

I glance at the calendar
With anticipatory glee
I notice that its Tuesday,
The day you said you'd be with me

"Come Tuesday, my darling love"
Is what you whispered in my ear
"Come Tuesday and I will leave,
So don't you cry another tear."

In romantic fantasy
I sit a moment at the mirror
Applying rouge and powder
So the wrinkles don't seem so clear

A touch of pink on my lips
Then I carefully brush my hair
And I'm up and out the door
To go wait for you on the stair

The minutes take forever
And the wind blows through my blouse
Which causes me to shiver
As I stand, waiting by the house

But stand on the porch, I do
Like a thousand Tuesdays before
And even as the sun sets
I stand vigilant by the door

Hanging tightly to my dream,
I gaze beyond the setting sphere
Watching up where the road bends
For your lithe figure to appear

The sun finally disappears
Behind the Appalachian hills
And a tear slides down my cheek
While my heart, with foreboding fills

It hits me at that moment
When a small voice inside me hums
I shouldn't wait for Tuesday
Because my Tuesday never comes