Monday.

Can I go back to that one Monday? 
Where everything that could go wrong, 
Was going wrong?  

Simply because it was Monday. 

Yet, that night, the simple expression of 
turn around 
Meant the goddamn world to me. 
That one hour of, nothing 
Was everything. 
When something like bliss, 
Was introduced in it's purist form. 

When you told me not to be mad.  
Just because my night of good, amidst the horrible, was ending. 

You said, stay happy. 

When we picked fun at whoever and
Stories were exchanged. 
When I figured I was officially shorter. 

When that smile made everything seem 
Alright.

When I thought, Monday's aren't all that horrible. 

 Now I wonder to myself. 
    Where did it all go? 
     No stories, smiles, or even sarcasm. 

Just, what feels like, a deep annoyance. 

I wish I could go back to that Monday. 
I'd write every word down, 

Because I forgot every word that was 
Said.