It’s almost Saturday
Then
Twenty four hours after that
It will have been two weeks
After I sat
Over
The water
With her
Still I’m not sure
Still I’m with doubt
Still thinking about the
Paint
On the picture
From the blood
Of the blister
On my heart
Still
Such a pretty picture
Of what will
Never glister
On it’s own
And apart
From her presence
She knows I miss her
It’s almost Saturday
So
Maybe then tomorrow
I’ll try again to borrow
More time for my
“If only I” ’s
And maybe then the lonely
And all the old inside me dies
And her words again
Will fill my eyes
With sex
Still I’m not sure
I haven’t heard it all from her
It looks so realistic and stark
Still I feel a little left out
And in the dark
Maybe then tomorrow
I’ll be able
To perceive
With
The perspective
That can see
What my
“If only I” ’s
Have yet to let
Me
.