Perpetual Saturday

The news rolled through like a vacuum
As the rug yanked out from under me
Emptied my bones in a white washed tomb
When time stopped on Saturday

The idle clock mocks me, without turn
While I re-run the scene like a screenplay
Reliving a moment I just can’t discern
As my story unraveled that Saturday

Hope’s palette of color abruptly withdrew
All the world’s pigment, a dull black and grey
Living one day on repeat, out of view
In my private hell of Saturdays

Behind my eyes lie damned up rivers
As the cracks in my smile begin to decay
Rewriting memories, as real ones wither
Romancing days prior to Saturday

This morning I heard the song of a lark
In the smile of a stranger passing my way
I unpacked my bones with dreams to embark
To a world with a future past Saturday