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
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