Thursdays

 

Same day, quite the same thrill

One felt like I was on top of a hill

Like I could conquer everything and chill

Like I had every time in the world to kill

Like I was reborn, to feel, to refill

The other one was out of my will

Like I was born to turn the mill

Of our love, our life, keepin’ it from going downhill

But still, you pushed me off this very hill

Of our stories, laughters, loves and their thrill

Seemed, to me, you did it very chill

Like I’ve served my purpose for you to refill

Damn, what you did was a true kill

I was ready to put you on my will

But just like this poem, the words take turn on a mill

Like our story, this same day, the ups and downs drove me ill

Heidelberg, 01.07.21