Sweet Monday, a Sweet Monday
There you are...in the door
A grey feeling today
You're leaving...not to see you anymore
Sweetness and light
You come over...you say
We had a wonderful night
But I gotta go...got to away.
Sweet Monday, Sweet Monday dawn
Leaving...left sorting
You're going, you're gone
Sweet Monday, Sweet Monday morning
Sweet Monday, Sweet mess
You're going...deep sink
Just leaving...Just dressed
You sit...and smoke...and think...
~1989
This reminds me of a monday sickness. Nice poem.