I ran around my house this morning
trying desperately to hide from Friday.
He finally found me
under the blanket on the couch.
He said, I know that's you under there...
So you might as well come out.
I waited for a full minute
but when he didn't go away
I yanked the blanket off
and with my hair all in my face
I gave him a dirty look.
Now is that any way to treat a friend?
he asked.
No, I replied, But you're not my friend. You're a weekday.
He smiled at this
(though I could tell my words had wounded him)
and then handed me my list.
It reached the floor.
Here's what you have to do today,
best be getting started.
I mumbled a thanks
and walked over to the window
to watch the impending storm.
Don't let the rain lure you away,
my dear, there's no time for absconding today...
I know, I replied, I'll be good.
He gathered up his things
while I looked out the window for a few minutes more.
Good bye Friday, I finally said,
See you next week.
But he didn't hear me.
He had already slipped out...