�The Weekenders�

I call you up at work on your mobile, but with nothing much to say
It’s just that I know that you love to see my name appear on your display
His head drops to a Habitat conference table feeling the Friday ache
And after every horrible meeting
Every dreaded deadline detail
All the boring talk of staying late
Or another early morning start time or complaining about the sandwich he ate
I’ll still be here waiting for you to fall loose limbed in through the front door

Every Saturday evening with wine in hand I love to see your face beam
Watch in wonder at that blue box going back and forth on the T.V. screen
Secretly wishing that the Doctor and Donna would suddenly appear
To take him to new planets
Take him to the beginning of time
And then to see the Romans kissing
Try to stop the stars from disappearing or find all the bees that are missing
I’ll be in the kitchen with a Pinot Grigio in hand prepared for their safe return

After the third bottle of white I love to watch you dance late into the night
Laughing, windmill arms while screaming high pitched to “Wuthering Heights”
Buzzed up, hyper for tonight’s opportunities
You race to get more drink
You text everyone in the city
You think about what great CD to put on next
Getting ready to go out- this shirt or these shoes, stopping to kiss me on my neck
I stand and watch you running around making the most of the weekend freedom

A quiet Sunday night in with you doing your own thing in the corner of the room
I sit over here and watch the moonshine from outside slowly move from me to you
The memories of a good time flash before our minds
Text a friend: “Thank you & You were the best”
“My God- what was I wearing, what was I thinking?”
Or “S**t- my poor head, what the f*****g hell were we drinking”?”
Later prepare a million papers for that Monday morning presentation coma
Ten O’clock at night I look up from my magazine and smile over at you fast asleep on the sofa.
 

Reviews

[Gary H]

Pure brilliance. I loved this. Really great. I can't think of any words to express myself. Maybe this was just the read I was looking for at this precise time. Who knows? However award yourself much kudos.

Actually brings back vivid memories of being a student where everyday was a weekend day! I've just been speaking to some of my old friends so maybe thats why I'm so dumbstruck by this wonderful poem.