all stretched out across and bare
against a wind with no window to let
saturday seemed small but long.
my skin taunt and dry,
creased and aching from lack of touch
why do you go?
recede back, quick and quiet,
stolen lack luster,
while i question your speed away,
but its silent and i wonder the night away to day
till tomorrow that you didnt come
and neither did i
its just a yesterday i wish came back,
and stick around a bit'
now its a cold dent on my day