She cried her eyes out at night.

Groaned at the first ray of light.

Woke up and yawned and stretched.

She looked at the mirror, reflection was wretched.

There are some days like these in the week we hate.

The days that don’t seem right, you wake up late.

Mondays, could be a start, although I’m not Garfield.

You hit the bedpost unlike any other day of the week.

The breakfast is half cooked and the tap’s sprung a leak.

You’re not sure what it is you did to deserve a bad day

Neither black or white, all things ending up grey.

You hit the car while parking, it was not your fault.

Yet they make you wait there, as if time’s locked up in a vault.

You reach your work place later than late.

You look at the calendar to remember this date.

No one seems to remember, no one seems to forget.

It’s one of those days, only Monday begets.

You smile at me as though it is a known circus routine.

I yell, I’m angry, I’m all things ugly, ’cause today’s Monday.

And I wonder how you put up with this mess every week this day.

“It’s all in the head, it’s a mindset, I tell you”

Among all things, I mustn’t forget to say,” I love you”.