Dear Monday, 

 

You are here. You showed up… again! 

Forcibly and powerfully. 

Yet you’re still smoother than a set of drums, and louder than glitter in the dark. 

My expectations of you are low

My readiness for you is nonexistent. 

 

If you were Friday, I would have thanked goodness for you, 

but since you are the first day of the week, I just slept in extra for it 

I decided to make it stretch longer. 

 

My heart was full. 

My thoughts were sharp, and my grip on the day was loose. 

Fool me twice and I’d still see you once a week. 

It’s just a ritual at this point and since we’re abnormally close, 

I just take you in my dreams and hook an IV of your presence into my life. 

Seeing you is inevitable, 

but loving you has been undecidedly the best choice of my life.

 

Though at times it feels like torture, I just thank the universe for your consistent attitude. 

You’re an eternity kind of deal—the one guarantee I can't refund. 

Your routine is monotonous—which is why I’ve stopped rejecting you and started surrendering to you 

 

And since loving you is a choice, 

I’d like to kill boredom with you. 

Sometimes you spark my inspiration

and others… I just want to separate from you.

 

There’s no way around you. 

Your escape feels hellish. 

In fact, hell only brings me right back to you. 

I love and hate you, 

but you still show up great every time.

You bring new promises

new sunshine through my cloudy judgment.

 

If I didn’t know any better, 

I’d say you’re the butter to my burnt toast. 

But since I’ve gotten enough time to really love and admire you, 

I’d say you’re the Nutella to my spoon. 

And for that I am indebted to you, 

your patience and your persistence, 

regardless of how everyone is constantly bashing you,  

you stay strong on your position 

 

You’re the beginning to every beautiful end.

You’re promising and consistent, 

Attitudes and all—you’re always showing up with another fresh start.

 

Those who don’t believe in you, still feel your realness in their schedules. 

and those who welcome you with open arms 

are just as excited for your presence as you are about your existence 

 

You always show up… again and again!

And maybe, just maybe, I’ll start showing up with you.