The Month of February
by Hannah Daniel
I looked at my calender
And I noticed your love is Wednesday
But it's Friday and it's long since passed
I'll pencil you in for Saturday,
But it always seems packed and crowded
Sort of like a Monday when you aren't
There in the room with the bibles and the students.
Maybe we can meet again on Thursday?
But Thursday makes me depressed.
Because just like you, it's closed off too
And it seems so long, so fruitless