My Sunday Girl

A day or so,
That's all we have;
It takes forever to get here,
Then in a blink, you are heading back down your path.

Monday:
It's the worst day of the week;
I write you a letter,
Realizing how far away Saturday is...makes me mighty bleak.

Tuesday:
I sometimes get a letter from you;
I try to deal with the loneliness,
Knowing you are receiving the letter I sent through.

Wednesday:
You are all that's on my mind;
Looking at your picture so much,
Sometimes I wish I was blind.

Thursday:
A phone call, but kept very short;
Discussing the weekend,
And if there's anything new to report.

Friday:
Occasionally, I see you, but ever so brief;
Because your work hours are messed up,
When you are gone again, I feel so much grief.

Saturday:
You're here! But sometimes you are distant;
I think we don't spend enough time together, and I have doubts,
Maybe it's in my head, but you seem resistant.

Sunday:
Things are good, because you hold me tight;
In the evening, you break my heart every time you go,
But I try to smile, saying: I love you. Everything will be all right.