saturdays

"saturday is always

all right

if you want to fight me," she said.

"but friday, is a better night

to keep our mouths quiet

and just enjoy what we have...."

h

a

d.

it's almost dawn

and i'm thinking of you.

it's almost light

and i'm lost in the dark.

"but saturday," she said.

"is all right for us."

i remember.

but i'll never agree that it was.

because we will never be all

r

i

g

h

t.

there's a morning breeze,

dew on my window.

but it's not the fog

that you left after

a passionate night

like before.

"saturday is all right," she said.

"there are no other

days to remember."

but i thought

we had something

m

o

r

e

unforgettable.

as i wipe my bloodshot eyes

i remember

that

we are

who we have

become

and we are

who we want

to be.

and maybe,

if that's the case

you are

you

and i will remain

me.

but saturdays are always

the right night

for fighting.