The "ay" Poem

Today
Here I lay
And he is away
Miles away
And it's not OK
I stay
All day
Doing ballet
Perfecting my passé
Until midday
Hurray...
It's only Sunday
But I want that day
That day you come home, I want it today
Hey,
How was your day?
It's a long way
To your doorway
My mind is grey
I'm ready to decay
Wish I could run away
But I sit and obey
And here I lay
Today
With nothing else to say

Yeah. I know it sounds funny. But it was really fun to write...