I just told you that I loved you. Today
was a Tuesday. Who says that on such a
Inconspicuous day? Why not a day
like Friday – a day filled to the brim with
promise: The long week has since passed, the weekend
waits with wonder, the hope in your essence
expands with each moment. But today is
a Tuesday. It’s raining outside and your
hair is wet. Your glasses are crooked and
you lick your lips between sips of coffee.
There are six umbrellas in the bucket
near the door and I don’t know the song on
the stereo. I just told you that I
loved you. Today was a Tuesday. You Smiled.