Tuesday
It was 9 o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday,
It was Tuesday morning 9 o'clock,
Tick tock, Tick tock,
Make it stop...!,
These visions in my brain,
The thoughts bring only pain,
The scene repeats, replays,
I wondered what to say,
I begged her "Baby stay...",
And "It can't always rain...",
"We'll turn another page...",
"Maybe things will change...",
There's only me to blame,
I knew something was strange,
When she boarded the train,
And left without a wave,
That's when she went away,
Said "she just needed space...",
Said she'd be "gone a day...",
Deliberately vague,
Her words cut like a blade,
She lied right to my face,
At 9 o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday,
On a Tuesday...,
It was Tuesday...,
At 9 o'clock...
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Posted: Jun 2019
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Kathy