Tuesday
Came and went
Once again
She should be used to it by now

But her heart still

Aches for the friend

She thought she would always have

So many words
Left unsaid
Pictures in her mind
Left undrawed
The ones on the wall
Tell only part
Of the story

She holds on still

To the hope

That on the next

Tuesday

That comes around

She will look up

Find an Americano

In a cup

The smiling face

Of the friend

That took her words

Made them come alive

That slept inside

left his name

Carved on the walls

She had learned

So much for sure

Every Tuesday

And even more

On the days since then.

👣💗Jeanna’ Mead

7 47 a.m 1.10.19

Www.jeannasoul.com