This One Tuesday...
Tuesday brought the words I most detested
But oddly spoken by myself, not heard.
And everything in which I once invested
Flew from my grip and lifted like a bird
To skies that cruelly readied to receive
The highest valued thing I said was mine
That took from me my love and watched me grieve
And left me with sore feet and aching spine
You wandered through my mind for twelve months time
For you I was both want and loath to lose
You taunted me with rhythm, tune, and rhyme
Until I saw I had myself to choose.
It took so long for me to hear the sound
That said, “You only need to turn around.”