Poetry by Mich
On A Monday
my hand reaches out for yours
my hand longs for yours.
my mind screams of your brilliance
my mind yearns for you from a distance.
my heart desires your endearment
my heart craves for you at this moment.
my soul demands your assurance
my soul needs your love.
so
my hand reaches out for yours
while sadly, you’re reaching out
someone else’s hand.
and
at this moment, i hide and cry in pain
this moment, the same time
you used to say you love me
on a Monday, early dinner.
in a gathering of friends and more
we hear them talk, of their promotions of sort
a new car on the way, a new house to stay
a planned holiday, a great time off
in a gathering of friends and more
no one will talk of an annoying neighbor
or a nosy mother in law, just no one
or an abusive partner, just no one
in a gathering of friends and more
we saw them give their best smiles
parade their most expensive clothes
show off a new designer bag
or a sparkling diamond ring
in a gathering of friends and more
we hear the best, we see the good
until it’s over, the gathering
of friends and more
then reality bites,
they took off their masks
faces the mirror, they see a reflection
a reflection of what’s not to be
fo Sadjie’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/08/23/what-do-you-see-96-august-23-2021/
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