I want your “I hate the world” Monday eyes
Your refusal to move and your heavy sighs
Your kiss before work, your long week ahead
Your collapse into my arms, your fall into bed.
I want your “How’s your day” Tuesday smile
Your plain and simple, you’re worth the while
Your excitement for brunch, your afternoon tea
Your collapse into my arms, your fall into me.
I want your midweek Wednesday woes
Your fight and your anger, your life and its blows
Your last breaking point and your will to win
Your collapse into my arms, your fall into skin.
I want your “It’s finally Thursday” hip hooray
Your dance in the kitchen, your cheese and cliché
Your outburst of energy and your need to nap
Your collapse into my arms, your fall onto my lap.
I want your “I’m so happy it’s Friday” heart
Your family at dinner, you’re my fresh start
Your decision to stay in and your cuddles all over
Your collapse into my arms,
your fall onto my shoulder.
I want your Saturday nigh schemes
Your unpredictability, your “Nothing as it seems”
Your drunk as a skunk, your sit and your slouch
You’re collapse into my arms,
your fall onto the couch.
I want your Sunday morning rasp of voice
Your worst hangover, your breakfast of choice
Your all-day embrace, your
“Not Monday again” groan
Your collapse into my arms,
your fall into home.