friday

here we are
the end the week
the weekend all that is left

friday feels
like a breath of fresh air
even if you are a little bereft

something about this day
feels to me like escape mixed in with promise

these days all feel somehow done before
they are stained with old patterns if i’m honest

friday was the last day of school, you got to have two free days
and friday was the last day of work, you had two days not to slave

there is no doubt, friday is special
its place at the end of the week
i suppose if we had different patterns
this day could feel like a peak

but the truth is it feels like a finish somehow
at least it does to me
although i know that it could be different
yes, that i do really see