Monday through Friday <br />In throughout the masses <br />He stares at you <br />Stares at me <br />All the while just a smile <br />A blank halo <br />Over the perfect look <br />Ready, awaiting <br />Locked in the arms of <br />In the grip of <br />A last encounter <br />, A first one <br />, A special one <br />, The best one <br />Everyday <br />Monday through Friday <br />Those eyes they’ll never change <br />And how they look at me <br />, Oh, how they glare <br />So sweet, so common, <br />A sigh <br />Distant, composed <br />Surrendered in a bulge <br />Of gray, of mass; <br />Still we will never convene <br />Never say a word <br />I’ll never smile back <br />Only safely admire how he looks at me <br />How I look back <br />Exchange the sorrows we never share <br />And in throughout the masses <br />Monday through Friday <br />Our first goodbye. <br />, Because today, the first day, <br />Those eyes looked straight at me.<br /><br />Daniel Oliveira<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trashcan-boy-oh-that-emo-kid/
