Days of my Week

The flowers died on Monday,

The ones he bought for me.

Sadness grew on Tuesday,

He said he loved me, said he’d never leave.

Wednesday was spent on the floor,

Because god, what’s the point of going on?

And Thursday just brought more

Broken-hearted hopelessness from dusk until dawn.

By Friday, enough was enough,

I knew it was all a lie, knew it was over.

By Saturday, I was back on my feet,

reclaiming my own power.

On Sunday, I was glad to know that

the flowers died on Monday.

Savannah Watson