It was a Tuesday and she was driving on the freeway.
The birds flying across the overpass caught her eye.
They sky was blue.
Blue like her favorite color since she was five.
Blue like the shade she painted her room when she was 15.
Blue like the color of his eyes.
But this isn't a poem about the boy with blue eyes.
and she isn't 15 anymore.
She was born on a Tuesday.
It was barely Tuesday.
She was born in the middle of the night, 2:51 AM.
With the moon above her head, and the stars in her eyes.
She likes to think that's why her best friends name is midnight,
and why she's a little too familiar with 2 AM.
It was a Tuesday 18 years ago she starting living,
and a Tuesday 7 months ago something in her died.
It's Tuesday, and August still hurts like hell.
But this isn't a poem about that either.
No, this is about Tuesdays and why they've always been her favorite day.
her best friends name is midnight,
ReplyDeleteand why she's a little too familiar with 2 AM.
That line=yes.
This post=yes. I don't know what it was about this that made me think, but I liked it.
Wait this is brilliant cass. And one time I wrote a poem about Tuesdays too so there's that.
ReplyDeleteI stole your "red like" idea. So thanksssss. :)
DeleteYou related this to so many different blue, Tuesday, and 2 am things and tied it together nicely. I liked this.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing cass! I love it all its so mysterious and beautiful. you write so well, it makes me feel.
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