not wanting the day and its blessings to end,
i tried to beat the sun to its nest while going home last sunday.
a wednesday’s child i am –
a born loser even to the last lingering ray.

darkness left me with only my thoughts to see.
ah! it is time to reminisce the memories that i have stored.

good ole sun will be back tomorrow, i console myself.
perhaps she will find reasons to leave this incessant sleep,
a cowardly escape for a lonely soul.

far away, the only other heart i find accessible to my thoughts
tells me that this bittersweet interlude
will have its end…
and soon.