~~~ Friday ~~~

…and we talked,
Hands in hands,
Fingers wrapped in unison,
Only talked insignificant, nothing that I longed to hear...

He didn’t say bye,
But the door opens,
It was raining even outside…
Heard in the distance a violin speaking my words.
“Come on, turn back, walk straight, and come to me.
Hold me in your arms and whisper those sweet nothings I await to hear.”
But he didn’t say those words…
Saw the shy moon was hiding
In the dark grey sky.
Even I was searching, a heart to hide,
Unfortunately, the sun glaringly told me…
Today is Saturday...