When Monday Commandeers Sunday

Another Sunday spent at home

wondering how and when and why

I came to be this much alone

And so afraid that I won't die

Another sunday no one's home except they are

And I'm not here

And never was and always am

and never want to see next year

Another weekend spent in tears

that never flow or even try

A Sunday, Monday commandeers

only to crash before they fly

I'm back on board to see that no one's come this far

to find only my words are here

but not my name and not my grace

and not my will to see next year

'And' not 'Or' and 'Or' not 'But'

and 'Still' and 'So' are better yet

SO I'm STILL living, OR I'm just breathing

AND I'll STILL be here in the evening

BUT I still wish I was on Friday

better yet than yesterday

Will you still ask me about my day

But leave my words to rust away