it's another Friday night
   you aren't here
   you were never here
but I still have vivid images of
   your lightly tanned arms
wrapped around my midsection
   gently brushing
against the tiny hairs
   on my abdomen

if I close my eyes to rest
   I am instantly met
with the glistening of
   your wild brown eyes
   your angelic white smile
my hands seek to find
   your broken hands
   your strong cheekbones
your messy hair
   with a striking contrast of
hazelnut
   to goldie locks

you make everything feel like
   friday night
and even though every goodnight to you 
   means hello again
this time it's the end
   how I wish this
friday night
   could have been filled
with me loving you
   from all the words I should have said
I hope you have a blessed
   Saturday night