Dear Beloved Friday
I reach you wounded
and saddened
and fearful
naively hoping the promise
you once brought
will return
yet I know
Saturday
Sunday
will vanish
in a fatigued fog
as the gateway
you once guarded
now lying in rubble
leads only to
panic
as time races on
and on and on
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