Saturday Sunday Sonnet Poem by Terry Donovan

Next Saturday, Sunday, today and tomorrow
Our paths may cross then go different ways,
Moments of gladness and moments of sorrow,
Alternative feelings on alternate days.
One day a rainbow and clouds silver-lined,
The next, angry skies, grey and sad,
Two lonely hearts for a moment entwined
Looking forward to what we once had.
The sun in the heavens will sink to a low,
A blue moon ascend in its place
And short, bitter-sweet the sensations we'll know
As the depth of the future we'll face.
In a week we will weaken, forgive and forget
Then wait for another to purge our regret.