Monday Mornings

Monday morning comes with you in my arms.
We lie in bed, watching the sun paint the sky in peach.
Yesterday's storm has passed.
Today the clock ticks a new date on our calendar.
Cuddled. Legs tangled. We snuggle in our bed sheets.
A few minutes of bliss before an hour of rushing.
Water gushes behind the bathroom door.
Plates slams onto the table surface.
Swallowing mouthfuls without tasting.
Stealing kisses while pressing on the accelerator.
Monday mornings always comes abruptly.
Monday nights, never arrives soon enough.
But I always wait patiently for your return.
Because, I miss you most when you're leaving.