On Monday
I leaned into the guillotine
to sever this from this,
but I drew away before the whack,
I should have also dodged your kiss.

On Tuesday
I stepped in front of a charging bull
from behind the shelter of a tree,
but he ran past and I'm the fool
to think you blew that kiss to me.

On Wednesday
I ran into the ocean
intent on being drowned,
but it had no pity and cast me out,
as you did, so well, with a frown.

On Thursday
I walked barefoot thru the desert
beneath a scorching Summer sun,
but the cactus could not draw blood,
as your cruel remark had done.

On Friday
I climbed upon a mountain peak
with a cold damp cloud around me,
but all I felt were you pale blue eyes
staring coldly down upon me.

On Saturday
I lost myself in a wooded glen,
then found it was just a park.
Now, my once brilliant flame of love
is but a small and dying spark.

On Sunday
I gave up the effort and rested
for I was weary of the trying,
and in my sleep death took me still.
I wonder...are you crying?