What I want

Oh, how I hate weekends,
a painful, horrid two,
and when they add another,
it's one more day without you.

I can't drive, at least not yet.
I want more than the noise of a jet.
I feel compassion.
And yet I feel blue.
because days go by,
without talking to you.

I try to sleep, to make the day faster.
My hurricane of emotions are on verge to disaster.
Everyday I wait,
the day seems longer.
But for you,
I'll try to grow stronger.

Oh, how I wish,
to have you here with me.
But then again I wish,
that there was a we.