THURSDAY

There is something in the scent
Of an early Thursday morning
That causes my mind to wander
Losing myself to memories I remember
Memories I dream not in a deep slumber
But memories my mind chose to play
This scented early Thursday morning

Thursday woke me up with the splatter of rain
An aroma of haunting desire
An earthy perfume sweet and bitter
A shower of fragrance of flowers
I vaguely even remember
Sweet camia, deadly gardenia
No! Bougainvillea
While it decays and rots
The way I do today
Waking up this Thursday morning

Far, far away
The sky is brilliant blue
With puffy powder clouds rising, flying
Islands in the air floating
Take me somewhere, anywhere
Take me far, as far away
Away from this Thursday morning

For there you were
Shiny as the petals of gardenia
And smelled just as sweetly
And moved just as gently
And smiled just as lovely
Holding the hand I try to keep steady
As I try to act cool
As my heart thumps loudly

You know, you have always made me feel
The unluckiest of the luckiest men
Scared to lose even the slightest sight of you
Afraid of living life without you

As I inhaled the musky smell of gardenia
That must have permeated my room
Through a crack in my bedroom window
I quite vividly noticed both of our bodies
Turned into smoke, turned into one
Musky smell of gardenia
That left me wanting
But my eyes were not closing
My eyes were not swelling
I was not sleeping
Just hating
Hating this Thursday morning

I wish I could say that there was a fancy funeral
An impassioned suicide pact
A tragic ending to a love that was so pure
A love so perfect it should have been written
In a book somewhere

Yet it was all so plain
So simple
So hurtfully simple

I lost you
When I started losing myself in you
That simple
That hurtful

Love
What did I know about it
When I fell in love
I gave all I was capable of giving
Yet somehow,
I felt I did not give enough
Which made me give more
Love I should have given to me

Love I so badly need
This rotten Thursday morning

And so, with the smell of urine
I started rinsing off all smell
All vague memories

And with a refreshing shower
I begin anew
What promises to be
Just a usual Thursday morning