Fridays

I miss you most on Fridays.

Being together

When the week is done

Is so much fun. 

A glass of wine

Or two, or three,

A conversation,

Or just a cigarette

And an ice cold beer,

With you beside me.

A look says it all.

A silent agreement

Of how lucky we are

To have this love

We share for each other. 

I miss you all the time

When we're apart.

But I miss you most on Fridays

(Los Angeles, May 2008)