this week every day is friday

 wake up from a nap feels like i am somewhere else

curl my fingers into a ball in front of my eyes still i dead

remember and now now is being stretched into something i am to think

this week may last forever, every night every person in my dream

what a beautiful face on each each to remember forever at night

when i do remember forever i do remember forever

this week i am getting what i asked 

it is stretched out and painless

showering street lights 

warm and golden

around and over on the side

feels the same 

convince myself otherwise

around and over on the side

fluff my pillow

concussed and shallow 

scuffed concrete and no story to tell

it is no phone calls, no text messages,

a futon, tail lights, 

seven fridays to remember the meaningful moments up to this point now which is becoming less and less pointed and the moments less momentary: the vanilla cone chocolate with rainbow sprinkles now thinning out from each successive streetlight, the rain on the beach now thinning out

it's a thursday and a friday and like the others i have nothing to do

i will go in a nap and really, really, i really mean this, i really really mean this 

on this week i am experiencing everyday as friday and i tell my coworkers excitedly 

it doesn't matter and really it's fine

i text you when i get home that it doesn't matter and really it's fine

then put my phone in the abandoned desk 

then the futon again and not waiting for a reply but going

going in a nap and really it's fine

i have enough memories to go forever and you're in them

meet me at the reflection pond

yeah

by the library

ok 

i love you for the future