One Monday
you came
and looked
and listened
and smiled
and talked
with me.
And I've forgotten
a lot of stuff
since then because
I replay scenes of
you
in my mind and
it's become my world ...
it's a lonely place,
but if you'd join me ...
I know that
Monday meant
nothing
to you and
my little heart will survive.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.


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