Poetry, Romance

Wings

Friday nights were
Saturdays her
Sundays we
Mondays blur
Tuesdays flee

August heat
September love
October chill
November gone
December still

Time without wings
Hours crawl
Days drag
Weeks waste
Months drawl
Years yawn
You’re gone

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