She felt like a Friday

Her conversation led so easily 

To laughter,

Her joy knocked me senseless

Til I forgot my sadness

And how heavy the week had been.

Her hand was small

And made me wonder

How so much softness

Could take residence on a palm.

She felt like a Friday

Like a load had been lifted

By simply breathing the same air

Like the world could wait 

While we spoke about the weather 

And sang our favorite songs

Though we didn’t quite know the words.

She felt like a Friday

Like a place I’d want to be.

Like home. 

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