You used to buy me flowers
On Wednesdays. You knew
That it was my least favorite day
Of the week. (It's the day
You look forward and
Realize that you haven't
Even reached the top of the mountain
Yet). I would come home
To a smile and a bouquet
And a kiss. You made Wednesdays
From hell days
To sanctuaries. At the time,
It was beyond kind. Now
That you are gone,
Flowerless Wednesdays are
Even worse than they
Used to be. Now I know
What it's like to have it good.
(I don't have it good anymore).