Sunday Night

You are my Sunday night.    
   
Monday begins a grind of necessity.    
   
Tuesday are meeting ‘s of improbabilities    
   
Wednesday is the hump that is starting to maim    
   
Thursday is the breaking point of talking in vain    
   
Friday is the day that will relieve some stress    
   
Saturday waking up in a tangled mess    
   
Sunday night is where my heart lies    
   
Staring and knowing I will continue...    
Just as you look at me that way...
 with those eyes.