That was the only Tuesday I'd feel for seven days.

Tracing hands over things I had often taken for granted.

Kiss them goodbye with sorry fingertips,

Until I fall asleep.

 

Half of me is there when I wake up.

I don't bother to find the rest.

 

That was the only Tuesday I'd feel for five more days.

Caressing my even temper where I ache and long for substance.

Embrace my empty thoughts,

Until I fall asleep.

 

Half of me is missing,

I wake up incomplete.

 

That was the only Tuesday I'd feel for three more days.

Tells me to stay in bed and make love to my anxious disposition.

Seducing my sense of clarity,

Until I fall asleep.

 

Most days, I'm barely here.

Translucent, to those who notice.

 

That was the only Tuesday I'd feel for one more day.

Have my way in the worst way,

Resistance and no permission.

Hold down my conscience and paint until I feel whole.

Stroking my fragile ego,

Until I fall asleep.

 

Well.

 

Waking up without Tuesday was hardly waking up at all.

I close my eyes and hope for comfort in the presence of my quiet heart,

and beg for mercy on my tired soul,

unable to fall asleep.