Let’s talk weekends
These days are full
Not like they used to be
With joy, laughter, excitement
These days are filled with dread
Because the shock is gone
No longer do I wait for him
There is no looking at the door
Hoping he walks through
The dread is knowing
Weekends are the days in which
We are not working
Not busy enough in our minds
We allow our thoughts to roam
Like they are nomads or gypsies
No real home
Just stopping by
Setting up camp
Long enough to be noticeable
Then disappearing, fading away
Leaving a mental footprint
Nothing else
Knowing the dread will come back
Scares me
Because I know it brings pain
It brings sadness
Loneliness, guilt, angst
So, let’s talk weekends