Monday through Friday
In throughout the masses
He stares at you
Stares at me
All the while just a smile
A blank halo
Over the perfect look
Ready, awaiting
Locked in the arms of
In the grip of
A last encounter
, A first one
, A special one
, The best one
Everyday
Monday through Friday
Those eyes they’ll never change
And how they look at me
, Oh, how they glare
So sweet, so common,
A sigh
Distant, composed
Surrendered in a bulge
Of gray, of mass;
Still we will never convene
Never say a word
I’ll never smile back
Only safely admire how he looks at me
How I look back
Exchange the sorrows we never share
And in throughout the masses
Monday through Friday
Our first goodbye.
, Because today, the first day,
Those eyes looked straight at me.
Daniel Oliveira
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trashcan-boy-oh-that-emo-kid/
