The Week
This was my week.
Friday was long, but it was a good day.
The last real day of school; nice.
So many things just waiting to happen.
Saturday was incredible,
Eye opening and beautiful.
Sunday morning was weird.
Tired but not bad.
Worked and slept and hung out with friends
Dealt with the new ideas and situations
Brushed off studying,
Who cared?
Monday was great.
2/3 of exams behind me.
The world was beautiful.
Everything was green growing,
The skies were clear.
Life was good.
Tuesday, I slept in.
Got hours out of the way,
Had a good time.
Wednesday I didn’t have to do anything.
I liked that.
I liked everything on Wednesday.
I snapped
And openly mocked customers at work
And got a 40 minute smoke break in return.
It was a nice day.
Thursday, I left for the final exam.
It was a good day.
Then I came home.
And everything fell apart.
The house, half empty and no one home.
Note on the fridge.
“We need to talk to you.”
Oh gods.
Thursday, my world fell apart.
On Thursday night, I followed my father’s example
And left without warning.
And did not come home.
Wonderful people took me in.
Took care of me, fed me, listened to me, let me cry, held me, loved and comforted me.
Where would I be without wonderful people?
Friday morning, I woke up hurting.
Still hurts.
I’m bleeding again, inside and out.
It wasn’t supposed to be that way.
It was not supposed to be this way.
Last week, the world was beautiful.
Now I think I must be the weather witch,
Cuz the skies are reflecting all my moods.
It rained this morning while I cried and tried and tried
To figure out what happened,
Where things went wrong.
But I couldn’t.
I went numb and the skies went gray.
There were bursts of sun every few hours,
The interlude of friends,
A brief moment of hope.
But it’s all gray now.
I don’t think there is hope anymore.
It’s over.
I don’t think he’s coming back.
I don’t think my week will be any better.
Tomorrow I’m graduating.
And I’m not sure how I’ll be able to walk across the stage with a smile,
Knowing he’ll be out there. Watching.
I miss Wendesday. Everything was normal then.
So much for that.
