We were lovers someday
We are poets all day
We were both somedays
We are none today
That faithful day we said
Our 'goodbyes' day
It was strange how we parted
On the lonely windless day
How the heartbreak shows
On my face each day
How your disconnect reveals
Itself on every other day
How we don't spend
Our time together on a Sunday
How we have work ready
For every Friday
How our eyes don't meet
In the mornings some days
How little love is lost
Every night and day
How we worry for those
Rare parties and birthdays
How pain precedes
All our celebration days
All auspicious turns bitter
Such are the days
Yet we pretend
We are fine all days
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