Leave me to my quiet Thursday
Afraid another weekend will disappear
Out the door
And time will take us
Further yet from one another
You again are busy packing
For another far away find yourself Friday
As I will stay seated in Sunday silence
Saying only the small phrases
That feed your fragile ego
Lend me some of your yoga space
That I may spread out and stretch
Loosen the tightness
Weighing heavy on my shoulders
In know you think me
A tall tree
That gives you shade
And sweetly sways in every wind
But do you not see my leaves are falling
Serve me notice that you notice me
And leave me to my quiet Thursday
Weeks alone have weakened me
And I wish you not to see me
In a saddened season
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a powerful write the analogy of the tree is perfect. A bittersweet poem beautifully written 10 ++