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A Calendar Specifically For The Coldest Times Of The Year

By Patrick O'Leary

 

I think I may remake my heart the calendar
So I can wearily ponder
What it may be for me
To suffer....just for you

I'd like to have a toast

For all of us who are almost

With you in your moments of glory

But we'll sit here waving

While you enjoy your forthcoming

We'll be sitting here still....wavering

 

I'll seek you out in the night

Even when you're out of sight

Just to make sure you are okay

But you don't seem to need my help

You're fine just on your own

A grown-up

In a child's room, prone

To let me wander

While you look up wondering

Where I have gone off to

But no matter what we're still together

In your very own mind

Please be kind

When I grow annoyed

For most, would have gone away

 

Just like you
I'll name my heart the calendar
I'll keep it straight and through
Just like you
O a wonder it is to care on certain days of the week....

Plan out when you'll be meek
To plan when you might care
All I ever do is share
All you seem to do is take...

Then there are the days you do share
For reasons I'm not even sure
I'd care for
Anymore