Tuesdays

Taking a day simply for yourself.

Tuesdays

Unencumbered as a Sunday brunch,
  your smile induces lines
    of years,
      as we gather around
        the looking glass
on a Monday movie night
Christmas dinners of past
  resurface every Wednesday
And two weeks of a late summer
  campfire in your hair
    makes Thursdays
      slide by.
Friday night, oh Friday night
  we walk through our
    tiny town, like
      normal people.
Our glamour of Saturday
      is for the
        others,
But Tuesdays,
      Tuesdays are mine.