i said i would woo you. and i tried. but you were too hot. the flower i gave you wilted and died in your unrelenting heat. did you just love too much? or were you just allowing for the things that would die to spring forth life in another moment. another wednesday. there was triumphant victory and breathtaking defeat. the opportunity to advance strung into both. while we shouted 'at last', one whispered 'enough'. and you kept silent and watched in all happen in your lap. here we sit in remembrance, the day that was, into the night that is. i think i'll leave you be and chase after thursday. you do not complete me. your existence is a grasp at containment, a measure of control. i do not wish this cage upon me.
(bows).
(walks over and into thursday).
'sup baby. you're lookin pretty opportune this time around.
